Within The Shell

As I lay within my silent cocoon my wounds slowly heal

The memories of the past flutter between fake and real;

And like every other shattered soul broken after war

Even after this metamorphoses my heart will have a scar;

But while inside the sea of hope and despair

I hear the voices of my dreams whisper in my ear;

Dismay is not your purpose and pain is not your throne

Know that your past has passed and nothing is set in stone

 

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