Soul
January 15, 2024
5:55AM
Title: Soul
Once I reach the quiet end,
And everything has gone cold,
My soul will make its amends,
For every truth my mouth has told.
I’ll sit with all my wishes, The promises I let fall through— For skies I ever touched, And hearts I never meant to bruise.
And as I drift toward the skylight, Feet above the sleeping clouds, I float through starless midnights, In days that never let stars out.
No one will miss me— No one will ache. The world may breathe easier Without my weight.
But all the sunrises I once dimmed, All the lights I washed in gray, Will rise again to greet the heavens— And turn the night back into day.
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