Growing pains


Everything changes helplessly
Lives led so carelessly
Are there more options?
Only to be bound by objection

Need there be clarity,
In one’s conquest of immortality
Tears succumb to realism
Trials seclude idealism

For in the haste of conclusion
Only a solitary senseless seclusion
Close enough to feel
Distant enough to be unreal

Wordless redemption of past follies
Shunning dimmed, endless alleys
Looking back to move ahead
Physically alive, emotionally dead

Sunlight sears through disaster
Fast becoming the ship’s master
Agony begets wisdom
Emerging into what I’ve become

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