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For New Beginnings

In the heart of darkness rests
An unquenching desire for light.

In silences that stretch
Beyond unreasonable memory
A cry of a shout sheltered remain
Deep within the angst of time.

Wake me up
When this life is done
Let the forever time begin
In another lifetime.

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  1. AnonymousOctober 26, 2014 at 5:39 AM

    Beautiful description of a season of life I can relate to having experienced (at least, from what I have gained through reading this). Thank you for sharing your poetry. It was a pleasure to read!

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  2. Launna October 26, 2014 at 8:55 AM

    Sometimes I think it would be easier getting to the forever part of life without having to deal with the stresses of the world... I guess we wouldn't grow without those challenges though :)

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  3. Jennifer WagnerNovember 13, 2014 at 2:01 AM

    I feel the angst here. Oh for light, yes!

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