Hope’s remorseless steps

The weight of without
Breaks me with doubt
Forgotten inside
A light starts to die
Fading away
In remembrance

Body shifts and I shake
Hands start to quake
Oh, but the blade
Knows the truest is made
Quenched in the fires
Of yearning

This quiet alone
Knowing only roan
All I have loved
Stands the frozen dove

Caught between
With and without

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