Do I dare follow?
Why is it so hard?
Living with lies
Carrying the wounds.
I tell you the truth
As I stumble on
To a deeper life.
With the quiet whispers
Assailing my mind,
The call is clear,
The trumpet sound
And now this realization
I haven’t arrived,. but I’ve left.
I haven’t arrived, but I’ve left
And now this realization
As the trumpet sound.
The call is clear
Assailing my mind
With quiet whispers
To a deeper life.
As I stumble on,
I tell you the truth,
Carrying the wounds,
Living with lies
Why is it so hard?
Do I dare follow?
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Written for Poetry Jam and Poets United