A Portal I Found, Now Making Me Mad

In 2009, I wrote this...

A Portal to Peace
I lived in a box of torment, with walls on every side.
It was a shoddy, flimsy mirror that kept me occupied.
Nothing seemed familiar, too small to breed conceit.
The fretful, endless clamor, I was begging on tranquil's feet.

I chipped and chiseled away, to cut out all the fear.
A wounded girl found squawking, yet still no one could hear.
This sculpture would be perfect, till that mirror beveled and bent.
But my box became much smaller til I had to pay no rent.

Keep forcing what’s not working and the road gets harder still.
But if connecting with true self, the passion is thy will.
So I recognized a portal and I took it all the way.
A bumpy ride I tell you, but there’s peace now where I lay.

In 2013, I followed:

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