We’ve walked through the fire and the ice it created.
How many hearts have we broken in the process,
how many liars called by their names?
How many treasons shifted into promises,
and how many voices silenced?
‘Failure is not an option’
How much have we torn ourselves apart,
blown ourselves into oblivion
and rose back from the rubble,
only to start all over again?
When there are no solutions, no options,
no sunlight to reach down into the desolated plains
of misery and desperation,
when there was nobody offering even the smallest
money of their trust for us to buy our laughs,
when there was nothing left…
… there always was more…
you… me… something to say, something to cry about,
something to share, something to care and the only
thing we lost were our enemies.
And while we did wander the stretches of our imagination,
alone, and the beaches of heartache loved turned once more over,
changing their names and appearances through constant waves,
someone amongst us smiled and not you nor me could see it or even feel it.
They say that the night is darkest in the minutes just before the dawn.
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Words exist not for one such as I to describe how my ears did tremble, my heart did leap and my soul did shake at the reading of so magnificent a piece of art. Time stands still, for the memory of words as I have touched upon with heavy lidded eyes on this day, stay with me eternal.
Beautiful…
as my mind dwells in the darkness as events around me further threaten my faith in hope and I am dangerously close to being swallowed up by the darkest fog …I wait for the dawn…
thank you