Wednesday, May 20, 2015


I walk through the grey
My rite of passage
You burden me with generous gifts along this path
And though these gifts I did request
I am not prepared to receive them
Or slay the demons that lurk between the old and new 
But I haven't forgotten how
To place my reluctant foot before the other
This I do know
And the new is nearing now

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