If I rise from the shallow depths,
Of my thought...
Churning nothing,
But phantoms of
Fleeting truths...
Unheld.
Standing in one direction,
Guiding the wave towards,
Itself...
Rebuilding the truth,
One step at a time...
Gently but slowly...
I arise.
To conquer my storms,
& defeat the shadows...
Rising beyond
& finally to be,
Me.
End
Subject: A poet's journey from the blindness of their soul to enlightment of thought & action.
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