When all the pain to which I’m heir
Exudes through every pore
And raucous feelings of despair
Consume me to the core,
I turn to face the steady light
That shines in one and all –
Both pleasant day and torrid night
And every rise and fall –
And know that’s where the truth is at,
Although it’s sometimes veiled,
And, all at once, I’m one with that,
Regardless if I’ve failed.
It’s only when my mind forgets
Depression traps me in its nets.
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