Melancholy transient,
lacking the common path,
that leads to higher aspirations.
Darkness cinching my feet,
in paralyzed state,
looking back.
falling back.
stale, stagnant goals.
Strength beckons,
prods,
pleading,
"Come hence."
Accepting direction,
the path dictated,
my footing found,
and shackle loosened.
looking ahead.
moving forward,
Child finds its way
Home.
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