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Nov 2017
Even though
I thought I was done for
The sun has warmed me

The flame of my faith
I thought extinguished
Burns on

Even though the heavy clouds
Of my confusion and my delusion
Gathered and swirled
To obscure the truth
And the gusts of complaints
Have shaken my branches
To the very core

I am still here

My roots in the earth
Breath in my lungs
A beat in my heart

Even though
I thought I was at war
Anger has gone
Driven to nought

Strange and mysterious
Unfathomably curious
New hope
Arises
From hidden depths
Of places unvisited

Like the secret of the universe
Impossibly possible
Hope arises
13th November 2017
Commuter Poet
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Commuter Poet  UK
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