Wading through the murky muskeg of memory,
Terrors of the past I have created envelope me in a deep fog.
As I stare into the water, I see facsimiles of those faces, all of them teary.
Will I ever escape this bog?
Lilies scream, picked flowers die.
Ripples form across the marsh as their voices blare.
Is this existence really true, or is what I tell myself a lie?
All of the weight on my conscience is too much to bear.
In the midst of the darkness comes a Sparkle, Shining through the pain.
A smile forming on my face, I whir alive with happiness and glee.
Friendship, kindness, compassion, and love define me, not any past stain.
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