The Merriment — has fled my Soul —
Not fluid — as Before —
The simple Path — is Path no more —
But Crossroads — to the Door —
A Phantom Question — holds the Mind —
Too hesitant — to Sound —
Will I possess the Fortitude —
When unknown Seasons — bound?
For Time — bequeaths a heavy Freight —
A Pride — erected tall —
Ambition — like the Firmament —
So Fair — yet past my Call —
I stand Between — these towering Weights —
No longer — swift and Light —
And whisper — if the Morrow breaks —
With an unyielding Might —
Shall I sustain — the weary March —
Or quietly — be Overthrown —
Defeated — by the very Voice —
My Inner Self — has grown?
Emily D–inspired




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