Angst stabs my heart.

Do dreams come true?

Or do they turn brittle

And break, frozen

By lack of faith

When hope hikes

Down a trail

And digs a grave

To bury need and desire,

As a love known

Becomes a pyre

Where ashes

Dust a circle

Into that cycle

When life gives

As much as it takes,

And love lies,

A fading memory

Dancing in the shadow of flames.

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 Editor: Renée Picard

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