Faced flush against a cool wind
Even more is the wear and not so much the score
Slowly dispersing outter lies
Leaving nothing but bare, cold truth
Raw and new though the good lies within
To begin brings fear like a ship in unknown waters
The fear remains until the shore breaks through the fog
A sight worth the risk and the relief of conquering one's self
To surprise the insides do not flow with honey
Yet sweeter is the knowledge of knowing
Knowing the wind blows with pleasing accomplishment
By: Drew McCleary
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