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Time of War

Stories of Magic

By Nicole West Published 5 years ago 1 min read

The wreckage of Destruction casts an evil glow.

While Resources deteriorate and we’re unable to sow.

Wrapped up in society that the media uses as fuel,

Beauty is defined and

Only material possessions are treated as jewels.

We live our lives pushing towards the line but

My question is, “why can’t we shine?”

Eagerly waiting for those who seek the truth,

Open your eyes and understand this will always be our youth.

Comfort and repeated patterns hand the enemy the knife.

The shadows will keep you safe but

Battling your demons could save your life.

Change surrounds us now and adapt we must,

People are wicked so hold on to what you trust.

Instincts have always peaked through cracks in through floor,

Tracks in your head clear and you find your way back through the door.

Allow yourself to proudly stand calm & fight.

If you don’t, your world can disappear in a night.

© 2021 Nicole West

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About the Creator

Nicole West

Storytelling allows the gift of inspiration to enlighten your whole being. My writings enhance personal development and spark creativity through stories that take you outside the box.

Journeythroughthesoul.com

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