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ash</a></figcaption></figure><p id="9404"><i>I am terrified of journeying through the battlefield that is my mind. So I stay still, stuck in place. Because the road ahead is tortuous. Still, to survive, I must move forward. Mines, and all.</i></p><p id="95cd"><a href="undefined">C.J. Obikile</a>, 2020</p><p id="1a3c">31 Days of Poetry — Day 19</p><p id="57d7">Thank you for reading my words. Here’s <b>Day Eighteen’s</b> Poem if you’d like to read more:</p><div id="2b0a" class="link-block">
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I am terrified of journeying through the battlefield that is my mind. So I stay still, stuck in place. Because the road ahead is tortuous. Still, to survive, I must move forward. Mines, and all.
C.J. Obikile, 2020
31 Days of Poetry — Day 19
Thank you for reading my words. Here’s Day Eighteen’s Poem if you’d like to read more:
