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​Winter storms of my defenses

Blankets my entire being
The conviction in the downcast
Leaves a peaceful looking mask
Of safety & righteousness protection
A soft purity
Untouchable and untainted
Cold in nature with a warming ease
My self telling lies
And defeating deceit
Cushions the very soul of my feet
Keeping my foot from solid grounds
And atop my beliefs
That don’t work for me
Because soon I begin to walk on it
Until my defenses turn to slush
Before long I am walking on thin ice
Now slipping on who I’m choosing to be
And its transparency allow me to see
THE journey I have doubted under me
The faith that I can take the hard road
Even if it leaves my feet are hurt and worn!

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