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Recently, I've fallen in love with poetry, so I wrote one that tries to convey the feelings inside of me. W H Y Verse 1 Again surprised by inner grief. Wanna overcome a boundary. A close friend's hand, seeking shelter in yours. A heavy heart, resting on someone's chest, making it harder to take a breath. A struggle to break through one more of these endless frozen walls; in this labyrinth of thoughts. It hides the things you're afraid to never realize and may never have a chance to fight. Even with all your strengths' call, giants may stand, refusing to fall. Within a sea of masked characters, we are thoroughbred actors. Once seen a honest eye— someone who makes you figure out the importance of a simple why; with no distraction, no more judge. Verse 2 A warm light casts a shadow behind your tear, coming so close to feel all your fear. Hands wander slowly through this dry desert, your cheeks have become. Lips so close to your ear, a quiet, crackling, breathy voice, which dispels all this mental noise. "We have learned now for a quarter life. I help you unlearn parts of this confusing ride." They're eating you, those endless deep corners of your room. Knock, knock; a bird's beak, cracking glass, still feeling so weak. Open this dark sighing door, staying there again, in front of this inner war. Weighed by oppressed weakness, shedding this unseen cloak in quiet release. Asking yourself with fearful substance. "Why, I feel this way?" Your hands catch the sorrow on your face; collapsing within, unceasingly attempting to mimic this wall. But filled-up hands with tears that are not stopping to fall. (Rain fills up the bottle full of fear. The rain displaces the bottle that's filled up with fear.) Verse 3 (Is this the manifestation of weakness? ) flooded eyes open up ocean-wide. Feeling those warm tears like a sunrail's innocent glide. A breeze of arctic wind lifting your arms, and those with weakness - covered hands. Every touch melts, this icy barrier. Within this giants, someone's hand appears. "The labyrinth secret may be unveiled?" Feeling this igniting warmth. The ocean is coming alive, with its tremendous force. An eye blink, find yourself again, surrounded by towering walls, enveloped by a dance of fire and wind. Another journey, it's a circle that may never END. F.J. Seltmann Allowing your weakness to be there, is the way to find real strength. Accepting weakness is strength. Music by: Daniel.mp3 & Tony Anderson