Path of light
Nifty poem about light and darkness.
Of course I'm scared,
Of course I'm bleak.
Every breath takes something,
Something that once made me unique.
With each new dawn,
A fire.
With each new dusk,
A drowning.
Anger is in the sun,
Despair is in my cold tears.
And so is balance,
Now the ugliest of words,
I faciliate in the extremes
Never to be myself again.
So how does one win,
Win a war ingrained in us?
Let nukelight purify you,
Let black seas carry you too?
One could patch the wounds,
A gold thread with a black head.
Tend to yourself in quiet,
Let the world sort itself out.
But I can't.
I made my choice long ago.
The wind called me as a child,
I no longer feel it in the trees.
I now feel fire in my heart,
Love and anger burning me.
In the light I burn a path,
A path among those kind old trees.
No shade touches me,
Only light is all I see.
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