Blankly I wander,
broken but hopeful.
A new beginning sits
right out of my grasp.
I can see it there,
like the promise of fresh air
to a drowning soul.
Like a beautiful prism
it gleams with purity,
a beautiful flame of hope.
It flickers and dances
never waivering in it's grandeur.
Graceful in it's movements,
the dance of new times,
a fresh start to come.
The emptiness is longing
wishing to be consumed
by this bright eternal flame.
The prism stays shut,
but the promise of more
of a new beginning prevails,
guiding the broken
with light from the fire within.
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