You might walk
through many
winding roads
praying to find
or hoping
to perhaps, find
nothing at all
but friend I’ll whisper
in your ears
as you embark on this trip
to insanity
“hold my hand love,
bless me with your
cold fingers and
hearty warmth so lovely.”
Then I’ll tell you to enjoy the road
and all its perils,
cherish the good times
and surely
your reward would wait
unsullied and beautiful
at the end of this maze
living and breathing
in my heart with a smile


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