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Fortified Spirit

The nearly flawless curve of her mouth
Expertly fortified with scarlet shine
Seldom gives way to its hidden truth
That all is, after all, quite far from fine

How easily she buries them skeletons
Crusoe’s uncharted isles in her mind
An art she has a long ago mastered
Making every pain too tough to find

Life of late is quite the wayward child
Oh how she tugs harder at the reins
Letting go is obviously too appealing
But defeat isn’t entertained in her veins

Another day rears its head behind the dawn
But all cobwebs she has confined to night
So what if the back’s against a cold wall
For sure she isn’t going down without a fight

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The path

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There lies a path snaking through a jungle
Hardly trodden and deceptive to most eyes
Ask travelers of this path and hear their sighs
“Not a welcome sign, no lights, no sights”
They ventured in but have returned midway
With words of advice to “help fellowmen”
They stutter and speak of impending doom
Of gnarled trees where weird voices whisper
Of strange weeds that no sickle can cut down
And of tangled boughs that block the blue skies
These advisers all come with hand-drawn maps
Showing well-lit ways and smooth pavements
With blue sky above, and green grass below
“These are the roads that we truly deserve,
Short, straight and sweet, signboards very neat”
Most people at this point make their decisions
Borrow the maps and notes with sheer relief
Yet, some persist with an unheard-of belief
They hack through bushes, thorns, and weeds
And just as the world starts with “We told you”
They emerge on the other side for all to envy
For they did get to see bright lights and sights
And of course, the “welcome sign” of success

 

 

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