a sense of hope I never knew.
as the rays of day
pull back the lid of oblivion,
resurrection arises
from its reluctant slumber.
and all of my blessings,
and all of my demons,
crawl out of the earth,
searching for me again.
 I want to hide from them,
in between the secret of morning
and the eerie shelter of night,
but there is no safety for me.


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