Crying
I once lay dying
In a field of sand
The desert which tests
Every worthwhile hand
Death, rebirth, renewal
Darkness, silence, solitude
Over and over
Again and again
Whispering in agony
Not knowing the karmic sin
That left me standing
Naked, and ending
Just to be reborn again
Author notes
Only through trails come growth and light. The battles make you worthy of the prize.
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