I'm so tired of waiting
and weighing me down
into the swamps of sorrow,
dark and alone
with no one to blame
but my own
hands tied,
mouth sewn,
eyes shut,
hope broke apart,
like that fearless thing I used
to call my heart
come out of darkness: light
no more sitting silent
in the dim dark
shadows of self-doubt
no more bowing out
and down to fear
no more darkness
out of darkness:
light of love
light of day
light of hope
light of rage
to stand,
not kneel,
to the great weight of the dark
and tear it out

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