#PathsWalked
I ran from home, a young soul ablaze,
Eyes on the stars, lost in the haze.
The dreams were bright, the world seemed kind,
But truth, I found, is often blind.

Through crowded streets, I chased my fate,
Drawn by whispers too loud to negate.
Yet traps lay hidden, shadows deceived,
And promises lured me, hollow and thieved.

A name once pure, now stained and torn, ...