LostMature

Both ways show an ending to where my life began,

I hold no way to trust the truth with a blindness that has nearly killed me.

I walked along the only path that I had laid out.

My choices lead me here and now I must decide.

What was I thinking being so foolish? Taking another step into the light.

Wings fluttered in front of my eyes and were brighter than the sun.

I had come, in front of me an angel waited for me.

What had that meant?

I was alone because of my choices?

No. I refused to be taken where I would let my worldly life end.

My steps trailed back; from there I will begin, all once again.

And now it's my time for redeption.

The End

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