The aura of the man
Was growing
It had been brewing
Dimly glowing
Holding onto the thread of a dream
Bottled in the deep
It raged like the sea does when she is hungry
It went wild like a child can
It was a sickness of the soul
That was felt by the man
A storm inside
A fire from the deep
A shadow on the white walls of the mind
The man took a leap
And drowned himself in the deep
But a few seeds
He had hoped to plant some day
Fell out his pocket
As he raged against that sea
And they’ve been growing
Stretching themselves upwards
In hope to reach the light
Well,
They’ve reached the surface now
And the man
He reached the surface too
Holding onto his tree
He emerged from the sea
He escaped infinity
One of his nine lives stayed behind
But he broke free
And he had a whole new energy
A whole new aura
The world felt it
He felt it
The man who had always felt small
Stood tall
And he was no longer scared of the climb
Because he had overcome his fear of
The fall
CH 4/7/24
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