#YearEndEchoes

Stolen from me were so many pleasures
so many hopes of a new life
so many chances to bloom a forest of everlasting happiness
so many loved ones
so many

but I do not write this story in misery
my pen does not spill the ink of tears
it spills hope
as much as it spills anger

a new beginning is approaching with lightning speed
and this time it is not led by a victimized Shepherd
the wolves are not a broken breed
starving for home

this time no snow storm will stand in the way of what is to become
this is no mere new beginning

this is fate

I cannot let these past few years of pain hold me down any longer
I cannot stand by and look at everything I once strived to become
fade

...no more...
No more I say!

Come my companions
we have a long journey ahead of us


*March into 2024 with well-fed wolves*
*thanks for reading*




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