winter
or
summer,
the story remains
the same.
unchanged
and haunted,
do not pity a
trusting fool.
hope,
forever
lost and
hidden
from love’s true form,
spirals
within the
horrific void
of
doubt,
and fear.
self-inflicted hurts
bury the soul
in shame.
self inflicted shame
buries the soul
in hurt.
so,
there is only faith.
lightly whispered in the wind.
faith that the path
through the darkness,
will come back
to me.
faith
in the eternal nature of the spark within.
faith,
that hope shall spring again.
faith,
that beauty knows my name.
faith,
in the wisdom of my way.
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