The Key: Poetry


Thought Constructs are mazes 
of intricate illusion forged from 
mental mirrors reflecting crystallized pain

One's entire existence does not 
have to be one throbbing ode 
to perceived failures


So let the cage open without warning,
evaporating tension along the spine
that blocks freedom

Become your own Liberator,
unlocking internal corridors
with a Key made of Calm.


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