Alive and New Path

Standing at a crossroads,
Worn from the path I took.
Wearing an armor, a mask
Shielding my heart,
Safe but only surviving.

Your hand comes into mine,
And my armor drops
Like spring rain.
Sparkles form in my eyes.
You breathe strength into me,
My heart becomes alive.
With you at my side,
I can walk down this new path.

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