Journeys

Sometimes you know
At the end of journey
Either a new wound
Or a healing touch
Awaits you

Choice is yours
You can stay
With good old
Known scars
Or take the risk

You might return
With more scars
But the hope of healing
Always will fool you

You will jump into
The fire
With a hope of
Rising like a phoenix

Fools always
Dream of paradise
Only wise ones
Peer into
Dante’s inferno