There are times I imagine those golden ways.

Glittering in the beauty of all I could ever want.

The memories made must shine just as brightly.

Lit by a sun that never sets.

Light that drives out all that never shone.

Oh how safe I would be there.

***

I have never been there.

My feet have never taken a single step there.

But I see it when I close my eyes.

Chasing out all within me that could never shine.

A place where I am as free as the light.

One with all I was ever supposed to have.

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It brings me comfort.

Not when the pain comes.

Paradise feels the furthest away then.

But in the dull ache after.

When I have the chance to stop and take a breath.

When I have the chance to reflect and notice all that could never shine.