musings of the bittersweet
this woman in the glass
judgment upon oneself
the reflection I harass
dim green in hollow eyes
each wrinkle has its story
darkness only lends to fear
one more mental inventory
planned fantastic journeys
now walk pathways of tears
unexpected faith
is what helped through the years
realizing not the footpath
its pilgrimage begun
to the enemy within
this, my journey of one.
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