The Past is Ashes

I made a pyre of my past
to light me through the darkened halls
I built new from the broken walls
those days before had cast

and as this sacrifice did burn
these corridors of shadows black
opened up in nook and crack
to let the light return

so onward into new lit morns
away from nightmare’d dreams of old
that no more dare to chill my soul
as these cold passages are scorned

thus my darkness I have released
for future light in hoped for peace.


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