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Mar 2014
Once upon a time
My world was a dark hellish place
where no light existed
a veil of woe obscured my vision
and all I that was visible was pain.
I walked with my head bowed,
eyes perpetually locked with the ground
I began to suffocate
The air of that place was too heavy with sorrow for my lungs
and just as that dark, depressing place seemed to grow even darker,
as the last bit of will fled my body
the horizon was broken
by the singular first ray of sun
and for the first time in what seemed forever
the world was illuminated
for the first time in what seemed forever
I saw the beauty of it all.
Like the early morning dew, the sun burned off all of my grievances
leaving me free of the burdens of that place
allowing me to move on.
Even now the sun doesn't always shine
but these days
the night has moonlight and stars
Henry David
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Henry David
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