Final Path

I bottled my pain to walk through the woods they chose,

Their laughter filled the skies, my tears captured within the dark clouds.

I could see my bruises bleed pleading for help

I could only hush them with the dirt.

Drenched and toiled I chose to smile,

None came to rescue, because it was my final path.

Bells rang across the woods, my heart sank a little more

I wished to enter the soil shrouded in white,

That would be the divine miracle of my Lord; I smiled with the thought of returning to my Lord.

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