Where Was That Light

A darkness on the inside
is a long way to fall.

Morning comes
but the sun fails
to push back the moon.

As we lift our arms
the length of chains grows
heavy with each link lifted,
until the weight is too heavy.

I tried to find my heart;
where was that light?
At the tip of five fingers
like lines of a poem
that has reached its length.

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