November 24th, 2009
Valhalla
Years have passed
Fighting my truth
Wet with frustration
Wrought in isolation
Internally
Wearing a mask of smiles
Praying to you
My dreams
Pouring out
My every thought
Dripping with hope
Needing so wholly to believe
What I knew to be true
Many times
Picking the lock
To someone else’s dream
Craving
For that shoe to fit me
So many broken skeleton keys
Lay before my bare feet
The fight is over
Dawn breaking
The Gods gift me reprieve
And lift me toward the heavens
Spilling over with Mead
My dreams lay before me
Eyes wide
Disbelief
Stunned and trepidacious
I step into my destiny
kissing the ground
with tears from cheeks to toes
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