blood moon over the town

what makes us enter the bleak corridor

even though we know there is little hope that a door would open

in the leaden darkness, to let us escape?

what if the corridor is you and you can see yourself, naked,

in all the mirrors hanging on the walls?

what would it take for you to break free?

perhaps too much, the price too high -

tidal waves of fear and guilt,

loneliness, wounds still bleeding -

they can erase your memories yet the traces of pain remain -

voiceless, blind, branded in your flesh.

so don’t look back, keep going,

cast a spell of truth and courage 

and bring yourself to life again.

who knows what awaits you at the end of your journey:

a miracle. love. love.

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