Shadows rush in as I try to hide
inside my makeshift fort
of self-sufficiency
of dwindling hope
We can't outrun the darkness
We can't outwit the sea
of turmoil
of melancholy
Or can we?
Can we fight the shadows
that remind us of what
we faced in makeshift gallows?
We embrace bitterness as a friend,
a familiar companion
that shows no hope,
no salvation
So can we outrun the shadows
of what once was
and embrace the Light
of Now at last?
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