The Path
Such cruelty encompasses me as I reflect on a once dark past.
Turmoil and shame are all that I see.
Who is the true me?
Candy corn and butterfly dreams,
spreading my wings to fly far from this place.
The silver-lined clouds guide my path to a sliver of hope in the distance.
What is this hope that I foresee?
A future of regret or a new beginning to treasures unknown?
I see my past in my future,
white lilies and lace on the archway of destiny.
A glistening utopia of happiness,
a whisper of truth carried in the breeze.
A life of endless dreams and butterfly kisses awaits me.
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