I climb the murky background of my past,
navigating between the shadows
that would strangle the life
from my determined vine.

I will not go there,
I will not enter the domain of shadows,
where live the lies and broken promises,
that break the heart and spirit.

Give me life, not shadows;
authenticity, not a mirror image;
truth, not manipulation;
and my vine will conquer the wall,
drawn upward by truth,
undistracted by shadows,
loved by God,


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