Once I strode along the road
Tall and proud and in control
Life as it is sold to be.
Then I fell.
Lost in curling chaos
Crying in confusion
Making senseless, unfinished…
Driven by dark winds to dark places
Ripped by strong tides
Not me, not I
A stranger in my own flesh
Lost.
Broken.
I landed hard, torn in tears,
Wrapped in shreds of self
Tattered banners of lost pride
Here there is no sanctuary
No place of peace
Fear stalks darkly
Sorrow talks starkly
Each time I try to stand
The earth shakes beneath me.
Above, the road of the world
Stately, unheeding, strolls on…
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