There have always been the ones who know – they try to share what they know in the darkness…
a match struck a candle lit a pool of wax threatening to extinguish the flame
too often the story the same too often deceit offers shame too often hope accepts the blame and the darkness descends again…
Faultless is hope – for the ones who don’t know her don’t know how to hold her how to accept the burning within so, they drop her before she can speak and they kick her out into the street.
Humbly, the ones who know are accustomed to her pain so, they lift her from the earth nurture her flame and they remain the ones who know…
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