there's something about
facing the dark in darkness.
imagine being at the rock
bottom of a pit and looking
up to see a slice of the sky
with lumps of clouds swirling
like snow flakes in purple moonlight.
it's the face of hope.
and sometimes it's much more
than the hand that pulls you
out of that pit.
this is my face of hope, you know,
and i am looking at it square
from the darkness of my room.
it looks much like myself.
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