And Hope escaped, forging a path of pale moonlight along the dense deceptive darkness
Faith is the leaf that bends and flows to the will of your wind
A trust is not so, unless understood. But that was impossible so you chopped like weathered wood
Harming and fruitless you trudged on back.
Till that light.
that Faith
that Hope
Settled only through
self mind and tasked and humbled first.
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