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Long Time Waiting

I am running,
Blindly through weathered walls;
The labyrinth of my mind.
Until a flicker of light,
Held by my own hands.

I stumble into my own arms,
Held by this stranger whom I have searched for
All my life.

I lead myself to a door
Through which I step,
Bathed in a pool of gold.

I am but an illusion,
A shadow of the truth.
Let me rest now,
for the other to take over.

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  • kountryann
    October 14
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    okay only one word---- WOW! yes, I like very much.

  • Anyajoellienne
    October 11

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    this is a very good poem
    a journey of finding ones self
    a lesson in learning to love yourself
    great

  • Denerica
    October 11

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    running blindly through weather walls is much like our situations we go through, but then realize in your image here in this poem is that it gets better in knowing God is with us and purfies us.