Poems from shepardessia

These ups and downs don't mean a thingI'll still continue to stare down these wallsLocked in a contest until the end of timeWhere if one...
Realization...is a stranger when it knocks on golden doorsBut it's not forsaken...nor in danger, when it shatters on the floorShatters...
Cast not these doubts aside as you revel unto gloryUnladen...And yet it dies, upon a lonesome shoreBut reality is not a tool for...