Gliding

This love is so dear yet so traumatic when near. 

Is it real I ask or is this just fantasy? 

Created in the mind just had been too kind.

 Misconstrued by self as well Stepped into a torturous hell of lies, deception and pain.

I yell Outraged at circumstances Of which I found myself in a rift created by arrogant lies and pride.

 Many have come yet so alone I reside on the inside. 

To all who face the unknown  do away with stubborn pride. 

The best way to ride the storms of life is to glide.

 ©Diana Lynn 2013

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