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"It doesn't have to be scary."
"Then...What must it be?"
They looked into the world before them,
An endless sea of black.
"It must be...
A moment
you would never take back."
I was one of the few
Who searched for power
Among the horizon.
Along with them I left myself behind
And I lived within a new soul
And within a new mind.
Life will take you
Under the dark waters
And fill your lungs quickly—
But love will take you from the bottom
And lift you to the top
Before you come crashing down.
I shackled myself
And they unshackled me.
But then I retreated once I knew
That shackling is the only way to be free.
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Hope in the Mourning
PoetryCOMPLETE ✔️ Highest ranking: #175 in Poetry! (3/15/17) - Where there is mourning, there is also hope. Despite the struggles and the losses we mourn-mental, physical, or emotional-good can come out of it. But even when there seems to be not hope as a...
