it comes after darkness and confusion.

it comes after struggle–so much struggle.

but in the struggle, a hand reaches down

it picks you up. it carries you up and away

and suddenly, there is light. so much light, it blinds you.

your heart builds and takes over the confusing, conflicting mind

and clarity is born.

that hand saves you

and brings you up


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  1. I’m commenting on my own post, but here you go:

    I never write poetry. And my intention was not to write poetry, really. I didn’t really consider this poetry.

    It is simply an outward expression of some things I had been thinking, in the simplest form.

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