Perfecting the art of the living contradiction.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

There

Too much I lied,
Too much I compromised,
Too much I doubted.

And yet,

Within myself, I keep
A little place,
Inviolate and true,
Where light still shines.

Hidden,
Like a sunny opening in a dark forest,
A place of trust and warmth,
Where I believe in you,
And in myself.

There,
I sit, and rest,
and wait.

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