March 23, 2012
By Austin Walton BRONZE, Maple Valley, Washington
Austin Walton BRONZE, Maple Valley, Washington
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Innocence at birth
Unaware of struggle or temptation, a perfect bliss
Reality is fed to you proportionate to your height
And deemed worthy, you may peek behind the curtain
Catch a glimpse of coming attractions
Know the bottom of the chasm of which you stand on the precipice

I can see the finish line,
I don’t know if I like it.

Into the fray you’re thrown
Find your way and be strong, for miracles are few
And the compassion of others is far between
Rely only on yourself
For heartbreak lies in the souls of others
And where light is expected, you find shadows
Where you need rest
You shall receive only trials

I can’t see the finish line,
I don’t know how I will make it.

Finally to the end of this road when you find
The end you strove for and desired
Has been misplaced by the world
Instead you stumble to the warmth of a father who you never knew
Who you always knew
And taking your hand leads you on into the beginning

There is no finish line,
I will walk his path forever.

The author's comments:
I wrote this piece as an observation of a basic human approach to life, starting with the revealing of adult life to a child in the first stanza and then into its struggle for the second. In the third stanza I turned to a bit of a fictional style and imagined someone coming to the end of their life to discover god and find that the end they always existed wasn't there.

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