Truth of Youth

It had been a hectic travel…

filled with disbelief and crucifixes.

A cross upon a land…I did not understand.

Had I been hardened by the age of early youth?

Had I been shown that my truth…was not the truth?

Looking out at these dismal days…imageedit__6908219087.jpg

Afflictive moments where pinewood boards had been a place to play.

Strong enough, if I had been…

the cross would have been my friend.


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