The Silhouette Of Life

Behold the velvet blanket of time,

The paraphrase of infinite life,

I see the shape, the silhouette,

Dancing and turning

Towards an inner plight,

The battle implores us to become,

To know oneself amongst the storm,

Up in arms, we roam endlessly,

Towards the sacred valley

Of our failing dreams.

The silhouette of life gives and takes,

It demands my agitated state,

That comes with faults and all,

And breaks in silence,

These hostile walls.

With an untamed heart,

And a woeful soul,

I will heed my path

And learn to love,

The intricate details,

Of my forlom tears,

And troubled past.

Until I see beauty,

Roam these streets

Once again,

I will not rest or dim the stars.

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Wallis May Streete

Wallis May Streete

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Mother of three. Freelance writer. Poet. Lyricist. “We are lost souls trying to find the light, and when we do, we dance with shadows.”