let me whisper
in the darkness of night
my deepest secret
my curse
intangible, yet scarred on my being
lighting the farthest corners of my soul
fearing it, craving it
its presence haunts me
in the darkness of the night

let me whisper
as the fingers of dawn approach
my deepest secret
a gift?
not held, yet it does not fall from my grasp
it beats, a living heart of my soul
should be cherished, by many sought
with it I know I am alive
as the fingers of dawn approach

I know hope

 

 

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