There’s a weightlessness
that lingers,
an old story has let go.
A darkness interrupted,
a long, long time ago.
I listen to my guiding light,
it whispers merciful advice.
I thought the path cleared long ago,
I guess the future held its woes.
So I live in the peace of doubt
to circumvent the power of truth.
Because the bitter past will have to be hashed out,
in order to delicately rebloom.
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