Light that shines in the distant haze,
Fading in and out, off and on,
A beacon upon which my mind does gaze,
Vanishing, but never gone.
It is neither true nor false,
Based not on fear, but hope,
A brilliant creation to counter loss,
That I live in love for growth.
Should it be that I am dim?
Am I the blinder of my own eyes?
The darkness is thick and heavy,
It is the weight that drives.
I will gladly die in vain,
Warmed by a cloak of courage,
Having lived a life the same,
And given truth to love’s false voyage.
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