Cowered

“Taiga”
Feb 4, 2023

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My mind cowered
Before this eldritch soul
Blinded with wet unknowing
Running and falling
For any escape
From its own reflection
Yet depth, a terror
Your heart accepted,
Opened the wandering way
To the good earth below
A heroic home
Where the patter of fear and feeling
Could nourish the ephemerals
Blooming beneath
My dread of forever
To glow closer
To what I now name
Courage

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“Taiga”

Why do I write? Perhaps in order not to go mad. Or, on the contrary, to touch the bottom of my madness. - E. Wiesel