Good Things…

Haunted by the gentle fiction
of life not stalled
by the hounding darkness
of a stifled mind.
Redemption stares me in the face
dares me to reach out
leave my mask behind
rejoin the human race.
I hesitate
knowing the uncertainty
of exposing my wounded heart
to fate.
I wait…wait…wait.
For what?

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