reckoned by the parts inside
to the place prepared for me
often hollow, filled with pride
far and distant I will flee
purpose carefully composed
swinging hinges oft' distract
swaying underneath the blows
of a path unseen, intact
follow suit or redirect?
promises are not so telling
lingering on indirect
blinding river, raging, swelling
taken on the ride of training
to the place perceived undone
sense and freedom lost and waning
pulled aside as they have won
quick divergence quick repeated
non a stranger to this one
slow refocus claims the treated
polished placement stands alone
brought upright and re-created
i have wind to find a home
made anew and vindicated
support from the only One
peering through the cracks of sin
harvesting the treasures here
witness to the greatest win
triumph borne in simple fear
down the path is taken well
not the whimsy of a glance
whispers of the future swell
into songs of former chance
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