Everybody makes mistakes. Forgive yourself.
—-
anguish
the dark behemoth that triumphs over
this murky mountainous mess
composed of all your wrong decisions.
you look behind you
but you can longer see the path
that led you here today
you can only move forward.
he bares his crimsom fangs
soaked in the blood of your past forsaken dreams
but there is no time to mourn
as he approaches
ready to strike again.
you whisper a soft prayer
but know that no one will come to your aid
and so you prepare for the impact
with your arms wide and legs rooted
you wait for his charge
straight into your embrace.
fighting was never the answer
and so you chose to forgive
you hold firm
as he sobs meekly in your arms
as you both grieve
for everything that could’ve been
should’ve been
and never will be.
as dawn approaches
he fades away
nothing more but a shadow once again
and before you
lies a boulevard that infinitely diverges
and no matter what you decide is the right direction
you know that hope will light the way.
Stronghold 