Mover and Shaker
Vacillation of a Young Individualist
A paralyzed community seeing black and white,
Stuck on the aged methods of life.
Escape wasn't a silent fight,
A feat few provoked to execute.
Having the courage of a matador,
With progression deeper than crimson.
The trek was not for war,
Rather to expand the vision.
Comfort couldn't be constructed,
Individualism became the aid.
No longer feeling hunted,
The sky erupted blue.
A sense of clarity transformed,
Purpose erupted into view.
Authority filled the blood,
Movement saturated the mind,
Perseverance drove the soul.
Acceptance was defined,
True colors began to glow.
Sunshine filled the nerves,
While smiles dissolved denial.
Advancing the quiet wasn't a task,
Assurance was beyond trail.
The illistration displayed precision.
A marathon of reformation,
Alleviating the monochromatic incisions.
About the Creator
Acton Snyder
Just a young bussiness man that likes to use writing as an espace and tell stories in his own words.
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