On the Wayward Path

On The Wayward Path By Lz

Several blunders, errors, and regrets; adversity comes, posing its threat. Those that rise from ashes emerge with tempered minds; and clarity comes to those who were once blind.

Familiarity: the sweet feeling of tranquility and peace; I’d gone through the dull days, yet I did so with ease. Companions await my morning greeting; the sounds of laughter, joy—and for once—meaning.

Through brief moments of discerning truth from lie; camaraderie only came because I complied. A pawn to follow at their beck and call; they gave the word, I offered my all.

The routine prevailed with almost no reprieve; stopping to rest would be an invitation to leave. Individuality was a concept unwelcome; they would give me kindness, albeit seldom.

Days, weeks, years had gone by; I was convinced that we were allies. Sooner or later, my days of growth began; but the words they kept telling me—I’d never understand.

In a final act of longing for their support; they offered doubt, disbelief—an absence of rapport. Fear and frailty consumed my mind; finally, I spoke up—deciding it was time. Liberation came at the cost of compliance; a lesson I’ve learned well from many acts of defiance. Today, I awake—alone, cold, and on uncertain terrain. Though connections are divided, freedom is gained.

Today, I awake—alone, cold, and unguided. Though freedom is gained, connections are divided. Sometimes, I see familiar faces come through; yet now they are nothing but strangers I once knew.

Liberation surfaced at the cost of compliance; a lesson I’ve learned well from many acts of defiance. Today, I awake—alone, cold, and on uncertain terrain. Though connections are divided, freedom is gained.

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