Paths to Glory

'Let me think', screams my mind, Confused at the epiphany I just had. 'Just let go' beats my heart, I am confused, I am going mad. Thinking about life, fickle existence, Smiles, tears, worries aplenty, Holding close my heart, my mind, Trudging the eventful monotony. Comfort in soul, silence disconcerting, The tongue set free, the mind racing, A beautiful life, filled with sorrow, Thoughts abound, breath pacing. The confidant thinks of the weariness of relationships and credence, Doubtful trust, conviction dusted off A voice familiar trails , Could I be trusted? Hurtful dialogue, immense pain, The heart numb, the mind bleak, The soul cringes, my being shrinks, One word, all havoc wreacked. Tongue tied, shoulders drooped, I sink into the darkness within. Trying to win over thoughts melancholy, I gently breathe in.

Living for years in the solitude of my being, Listening to the jargon of my feud internal, All I want is to break free from the shackles, All I want is to be free, natural! What shackles cannot be broken? What shackles cannot be undone? All that rises in the mist above the earth, Beautiful rainbow, the prism of the sun. The duality of my being, happy painful existence, The rigour of life saps away continually, cruelly, A smile covers the remnants of war raging within, The miscellany of a life lived rashly, dangerously. I hear shrill voices, calling out from the depths of Hades, The bugle within blares, the war cry sounds, With all might, the heart trudges on, The battle is not over, the tussle will go on. How far can I travel, a prisoner of time gone by? The weight of time heavy on my shoulders lies, Winding the clock to the moment of wreckage, Among the strewn ashes of my fate I lie. The Phoenix within reaches out for the sk...