An energy path- a poem

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Title: An energy path

 

No one can stop me,

I am your ingrained energy.

I bend, I twist, I flex, I curve

Any obstacle I can swerve.

To darkness and shadows, I do not bow,

Thru melancholy and I pain I can plough.

Does it matter if I go around or through?

With each knot, I bloom and grow.

 

No one can stop me, did I say?

Wait there is one who stands in my way.

Who else can it be but your fear?

Will you please push that clear?

And allow me my infinite path,

 I will haul you along, for sure.

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