Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Salvation

Starting to feel
the roots of my existence
I start off on the path untrodden
wandering away
from homely spirits
I let my being drain

I wonder whither this wander
shall take me
out of all the pain
or make me sway
amidst my fated ills,
there once again

This journey dips me
in the river of hope
I let my being betaken
and accept the way
Unbridled of penitence
I get washed off pain
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