Sadness from nowhere & somewhere & here
Feel the weight of it come to fruition
pressing in on me
Ghosts from before in the shape of fear
in whispers planning our condemnation,
are the thieves of sleep
Falling from self and at loss for purpose
Mistaking my love for imperfection
Startled by my need
Voices in my head that want to speak
to ask you for rescue and salvation
and some bit of peace
Immersed now I find myself under this
purity of truth that builds your devotion
and sets my hope free
Bolstered by your vision of what I am
your eyes a mirror of my foundation
now through you I see
These ghosts from before I can shake them clear
Strengthened, I come free of their affliction
I give them release
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