Submissions by theoneandonly

A vultures patience in hand,
My naive soul wanders in sand
Into a vast desert of life.
Battling in strife,
Through sand and dust storms.
A trekker of me it transforms.

Impelled into cactuses incarnation
And hence surviving long thirst duration.
At times, enduring the scorpions sting
And all other hazards that spring.
A calloused heart I now possess.
With experience, the future I bravely assess.

Deception of the mirages
No longer deceive my eyes.
I can see through the dust,
For I have gone...