Gloomy clouds of desperation
billow through a bungled past.
Failed probabilities mangled
from a question left unasked.
Guilt straddles the back of heroes,
distraught over what might have been.
Anxiety contorts the soul,
what was, will never be again.
Hiding deep within the darkness,
cloaked with eons of denial.
A glimmer of serenity
whispers, madness is not final.
The grim prevailing ambiance
is not what it appears to be,
within it exists wisdom that
validates immortality.
What seems solid is but vapor
swirling about an Honesty.
A light long dimmed by fearfulness
and beaded with apostasy.
Press bravely through the inner mist.
Reclaim a wisdom known before.
Light of unconditional love,
resides within forever more.
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