This darkness constricts my being
I exist
I do not live
Breath comes and goes but does not revive
this broken, weary heart
What is life? Where does it come from?
When will the light stream in?
Those who wade into the darkness
bring flickers of light
breaths of fresh air and hope and grace
Do I dare to catch the them
to take a step towards the light?
I do not live
But maybe one day
as the flicker grows....
do I dare?
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