Moment of truth
Emotions run high
Self-conscious perhaps
A single sigh, my tearless cry
In this passage, I walk alone
All along and through it all
Knowing now what I should have known
There is no climb without a fall
Engaged in a journey I did not plan
The passing scenery, I probingly scan
Parallel tracks that never end...
This wound too, time will mend
Shoulders saddled
One too often frets
Burdens I carry
Coffers of secrets
Somewhere between distant and looming
Is yet another judgment at hand
Time to be bold
For tall I must stand
No room for regrets
No time for despair
This gate too, I shall pass
Nothing to declare
Nothing to declare…!
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