After Death's Silence Joseph Lisowski

Keeping Faith

We limp along at best.
Wounds will heal
if our hearts hold hope.
Scars don't matter
unless we keep examining them,
stop bending toward the light.

One halting step is as good
as a spry one. We move
in spite of echoes, phantoms
along the way.

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