Written in Hour 4 – The Hour I First Believed

Huddled inside a shelter

of my own thoughts,

doubt the stakes in the ground,

self-loathing poles stretched tight

as fear created the covering above.

Hope waited outside the door,

patiently looking for entry,

and love sneaked in

through the cracks.

Any storms outside

were nothing

compared to the tempest

that raged within.

The demons and shadows

were slowly torn apart

as the wind of fortitude

and squall of resolve

blew apart the darkness,

and opened up to

the light of realization

and the beauty of inner strength.



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