Slowly, like the creep of
ancient glaciers across
frozen and desolate land,
the truth dawns painfully
briliant, hurtful red-orange
rays of sun scar my innocence,
and I am never the same again.
I am alone in this pit
of consuming desperation
I am a wayward bird,
mournfully singing for hope
as vengeful thorns bury
their bitterness into my flesh
I am vulnerability
From my throat bursts the last
measures of the sorrowful tune,
as the notes die quietly away
the light becomes soft and gentle,
bathing me in forgiveness and love
My heart lifts with the rising sun
and I am infinite
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