Is it a tapestry?
Full of self loathe
That you carved on
When the cord broke.
Is this your rock bottom?
Your Achilles heel?
You fell like Icarus
Tumbled to the seas.
It’s dark here,
Can you see?
Like Nyx rising
Turning keys,
Opened gates
With clashing blades,
Seraph gold and
Stygian haze.
And you wonder
If the hardest fall
Is irreplaceable,
If you could turn about
Redo it all again.
And maybe walk
To Olympian gates,
Feel light and suns
Holding your breath
And leave behind
All your isolated hate.
Courage, dear heart.
C. S. Lewis
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