Morass of Fear

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Seasonal change

Source of Inspiration

Fall-2012-343

Am I doomed
to walk forever
in the morass of
imagined horrors?

Yet, I sense a change
is coming. I feel it
in the wind, in my
heart which is beginning
to crack, to open ever so
slightly, letting light
spill out to illuminate
the dark of my illusions.

Come sweet prince, kiss me
awake, never again to repeat
lives of despair. Free is
my soul, washed in the
light of love,
of all possibilities,
forever free!

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