Realm of No-Escape

Kept here, stuck like a stiff wooden post.
The answer laying at my feet,
Defeated man, inglorious,
Injury born from love.
Step on the stones of redemption,
Whose path circles into a foggy, foramen,
Pain in the body.
Whose destination makes:
space in solitude. Breath of winter air,
And cool rain. Spring blooms within.
I am a valley of red tulips.
I am a young boy, his wonderment:
Whose hill, and glory, and new day,
Is breaking over.

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