Regeneration
I take some time from everyday,
To wonder where life will lead,
Decisions come and choices made,
Laugh with joy, yet still I bleed.
To walk alone among the many,
Do good deeds that come to naught,
Enjoy the thrill; share the love,
But still I find myself distraught.
The endless drumming, mind-numbing silence,
Glory days without a muse,
New memories to replace the old,
Independence and acceptance: Nothing to lose.
Blinding shadows, muted rays,
Support and compassion have emerged,
Wasted hours always running,
Despair and doubt that must be purged.
A brighter tomorrow starts with steps today,
Where faceless strangers light the path of stone,
Reflection may paralyze, but others speak,
A friendly reminder: You are not alone
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