Trotting Between TrailsA Poem by cassandra violetOften times I see glimpses of my heart’s thoughts, pumping passionately in dreams, but my mind is a cave shading the beats seeking in shadow, selfish, stubborn, afraid. It peeks at the glimpses of the risky road my core flashes, gazing breathlessly at the cryptic colors, the strange precious tints, the illuminated images of the incessant, but right when my feet step off this street of the known, they retreat, They flee deeper back to the journey of predictability, pacing wildly down the cracked pavement, staring sadly between that of the voluminous vast and that of the visible, the road in which I now walk- linear lines marching mechanically to a mountain in front of me, the sight I’ll have to watch until my breath stops. My dearest thoughts, my conscious mind, my reason, you have to make a decision, will you live and die on this gravel? Listening to the successive echo of your soles, drowning in angst at your fate, the destination of this direct drive. Or will you listen to the song of your soul? Will you let your heart gallop, Gliding in the glow of adventure, Swaying in the shimmers of excitement, Kissing the sphere of sky’s secrets, And finally feel what it means to be living. © 2010 cassandra violetReviews
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23 Reviews Added on November 30, 2010 Last Updated on November 30, 2010 Authorcassandra violetboston, MAAboutI hate this part. This is the part where I try to tell you who I am, what I've been and what I want with every single last milimeter of blood dancing in my veins to become- the person who my heart bea.. more..Writing
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