The way to, is that a-way
And the light shines bright
But there is just no way-
To get there.
In the depth of the heart
Is a deep, pulsating wound
And its consequences are-
Terrifyingly clear.
With numbness of pain
Move slowly and pretend-
Walk as if you are dead-
Die as you live.
From unearthed sorrow
Is finally born the hope-
For a faith to begin-
To live again.
J.Bibi
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