A slow dark thought
creeps upon my mind
Climbing the long stairwell
from the pit of my stomach
Menacing the host of hopes I held a moment before
Uninvited it pushes through the door.
It points its bony finger in my trembling face
and dashes me down
Puts me in what the world considers
to be my proper place.
I know what to do
The shoulds and the oughts
But I am like a deer in the headlight
Stunned in my thoughts
Still - Stone -
I stand in the light of dark
It pierces my heart
dashed as I begin the long journey back toward hope.
And on this journey
My certain companions on whom I rely-
The love that never fails
The faith that as surely as day follows night
This broken bird will fly.
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