I walked through valleys
encountering shadows of death.
Substanceless beings with whom I wrestled
Beating gases and blasts of breath
On whom time was much wasted.
Recognising what’s reality
Laying hold on knowledge
Won me my battles.
Blast! Shadows creep upon the innate mind
Squeezing and suffocating
the last straw that binds sanity with my
Freedom lay way inside in the light
that never died.
Our hurts don’t define us
Nor the tears that heat our faces.
The tip of the writers pen
tells the story of his strength.
Perhaps, that’s all there is to who he is.
Revelation of the scars flow
as words are written
Tales of woes ends are brought again
to the surface
As they cloud the sources of vision
Rampant in our minds
These random thoughts
That betray what lies low