Poetry of Destruction

This path is about the death
Of what is not real.
Truth is destructive.
It’s not pretty
And it’s not nice.
The deepest journey
Is the hardest
And at times
You may feel
Like giving up,
Or worse,
Destroyed and broken.
But when you tear away
The unreal from the real
You feel everything.
It’s raw, and it hurts like hell.
This could be the first time
You really felt alive
Without a mask
And it’s going to be
A shock.

Meet it all with the same acceptance
You offer a small child.


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