Life is a paradoxical maze–
It feeds on the weak
And shows fear before praise.
It treats us as if we’re not worthy
When we are lost in the depths
Of our own incessant sorrow.
It grips our soul
And holds us captive
If we allow it
To dominate our will.
Life is a perplexing journey–
It rears its ugly head
When we least expect it.
The battle of life
Mystifies–
Deceives–
Befuddles–
But somehow,
Like a phoenix
We are reborn
Out of its ashes,
And out of its
Cacophonous
Music
Lies an
Appreciation
Of the beauty
Hidden within
The secret
Of its
Disarray.