In realms of thought, I dwelled my days,
A world estranged, afar it seemed,
Embracing tales in silent ways,
Where magic wove what I had dreamed.
But tales alone can't quench life's thirst,
Nor prose complete the living creed,
No fleeting joy in chapters versed,
True bliss awaits a bolder deed.
A trauma's grasp veiled present's bloom,
A shield well-meant, but hearts confined,
To taste life's nectar, to feel the room,
Beyond the shadows, freedom to find.
Now, grounded, rooted, I emerge,
Inhaling life's refreshing grace,
The mind, my ancient friend, did urge,
To claim my truth, embrace my space.
No more within a story's crook,
Yet someday, I'll recount my glory,
For I have found the path to look,
And scripted now, my life's own story.
About the Creator
Reynol Brennan
A small blogger who shares emotions, life, life insights, and short stories, and provides everyone with happiness, growth, and common sense of life.
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