In times of peril, we grasp for those safety nets,
hope we crash softly, fear not, know not, am not,
and we try to allow our tears to bring hope,
a purge of weakness, a new found strength.
No nets beneath us, no ropes to ease us back into place,
fear not, know not, am not, can not.
and each dream brings us clarity,
each grain of sand intensifies the purge,
Fear not insecurity,
Know not suffering,
Am not a plague,
Can not truly die.
Heroes exist in those that lose all hope, faith, security and even against these odds they seem to gain true clarity.
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