how far have i walked, how many pathways travelled, to reach this place, not yet of peace.



how many times has this heart been hollowed out, how many intertwined fingers wrenched apart.



how do i shroud the scars of wounds inflicted, of a soul battered.



how do i continue, through these vagabond alleys,


while the ache of yearning is still ablaze,


the trepidation of unknown tomorrows lurking, 


ever cloaked in that unknowable haze.






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