The world swirls and twirl around,
Mixing hues of embers and reds,
Turning light to dark and back again,
And eyes open to a world reborn.
Walk on shattered glass that crush,
But hold nothing more than empty thoughts,
To awestruck sights that thread only wonder,
Into wounded tears of torn up hearts.
With slit wrists and broken minds,
Lead with grace and hope abound,
Stumble to stand on mounting doubt,
Pick me up and carry me on.
Wallow or drown in tears no more,
Just float and drift on dreams away,
To waters bright with no end in sight,
An edgeless sea of blinding light.
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