Of course I'm scared,
Of course I'm bleak.
Every breath takes something,
Something that once made me unique.

With each new dawn,
A fire.
With each new dusk,
A drowning.

Anger is in the sun,
Despair is in my cold tears.

And so is balance,
Now the ugliest of words,
I faciliate in the extremes
Never to be myself again.

So how does one win,
Win a war ingrained in us?
Let nukelight purify you,
Let black seas carry you too?

One could patch the wounds,
A gold thread with a black head.
Tend to yourself in quiet,
Let the world sort itself out.

But I can't.

I made my choice long ago.

The wind called me as a child,
I no longer feel it in the trees.
I now feel fire in my heart,
Love and anger burning me.

In the light I burn a path,
A path among those kind old trees.
No shade touches me,
Only light is all I see.

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