Turning Point

Turning Point


Misty vapors of tranquility surround her
Encasing life in a distorted, forgotten
The Wind Blows…
And unmasks the hidden foe who
wanders in the dark on the brink of reality.
The vapors dissipate
And it stands naked in the light of
The soul plagued with veiled desires
is overwhelmed with indecision.
An illusion of security?…
Or a tangible tenacity?
Two worlds…one soul cannot inherit.
One choice…end a dream or forsake reality.
One foe…solicitude stifling strength.
One person…to choose to exist?…
to be Free?

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