not until I walked
under the shadow of death
did I finally get
what it meant to be alive
all of ego's will
beginning to fade
in the ruins of it's
miscalculated understanding
and all the good
I suppressed in the name
of ambition's ignorance
revives within the hardened heart and all
I regret is having needed to walk
in death's shadow to remember how to live
Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
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