Dawn breaks
on the far side of despair,
and dreams can live long past
our pregnant bedside vigils.

Tomorrow is not a gift,
but neither is it a curse.
It is a blank sheet of paper
on which to write our story.

Our future is charted
by the characters we include,
the quests we embrace,
and what we chose to abandon.

The ink ever-flows in our hearts,
and the world waits eagerly for our decisions.

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The night is hungry,
devouring candles like candy,
and trying to snuff out the light
like the last drag on a cigarette.

People huddle up tight,
with layer upon layer of protection
against the cold left in the wake
of their dearly departed sun.

But just when things seem at their worst,
a curiosity occurs –
the shadows, sated at last,
make way for lengthening days.

And beyond the departing darkness
waits a world blooming in the light.

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While you may fear danger
from the kindness of strangers,
you cannot let suspicions
chart your expeditions.

Trust can be hard to extend,
but the bet pays dividends
when your life fills to the brim
with your beloved kith and kin.

So don’t let your fears
make the choice for you dears –
search for a route
beyond worry and doubt.

Be brave and step forward,
and reach for your reward.

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Underneath the swagger and charm,
there’s a soul who’s been harmed,
and the scars he carries in his heart
make it hard for him to build a new start.

Behind a fragile-looking shell,
there’s a soul who’s been through hell,
but she swears that they were wrong,
and promises herself that she’ll stay strong

Could these two hearts make a pair
if they happened to meet somewhere,
or would their pain just be too great
for them to change their lonesome fate?

But for their sake, I hope and pray
that there’s relief and healing on that day.

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I wonder while I’m wandering,
muse while I’m pondering
about the worth of it all,
about whether or not to answer the call.

For my despair sings a song,
seductively inviting me along
to the promise of a life,
to the promise of a knife.

Sheer stubbornness keeps me standing
before all that whispered demanding,
and the knowledge of what this end
will do to my family and my friends.

But knowing that, my weary grief
remains tempted by a promise of relief.

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