Finding something long ago lost
As the candle's flame is lit by her hand
Seeing herself, blind for so long
Bound for too long
By burdens of guilt
Gone from sight
Buried deep and untouched
But the ghosts remain
Somewhere in that fog
The hardened heart
Trips awkward feet
On her knees, debased in pain
Dirty desecration of the very soul
Close your eyes, but the ghosts remain
So light the candle and see your fear
Look to the mirror and face the past
Own it, merge it
Cleanse yourself with admittance
And awareness
That you have done no wrong
You have lived
...
I still face these demons in my nightmares, but I take it one 'sleep' at a time. At least now, I don't feel as much remorse in my conscious hours.
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