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A way forward?

Gone to the hills, but not to the top
A crackle as wood splits from the fire
Haunted in sleep of the blood past
How long does pain last

Ive asked the sky, the burning wood
Bowed down to the ground, held her hand
Thrown afoot of this beggars bed
When did love forget

Fossilised amongst regret, though still.
Standing a pair of eyes hearing all they see,
Why do I feel such guilt. Anger flows,
I'm in denial, I can't let it take me
Where I do not know, to give in,
to break, the mountains would move
Who then would reach the top, not I,
not them, just a river of hate
beneath our knees, beggars to the end.

I fear the clear way, change is a foot
Forgotten how to be the one holding a hand
Ice and stone took hold, but see there
A crack, a start, time to hold on.
Written by jezabel
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