{"sf1_id":1782445,"sf2_id":"ZeqPzWM1","title":"Path of light","author":"harpier","words":167,"posted_at":"2021-11-05T20:35:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Poetry","Zoroastrianism","light"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1782445-path-of-light","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZeqPzWM1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/d8/59/d85989fa-adf9-4fa1-bea0-34957bdf0751","description":"Nifty poem about light and darkness.","content":"Of course I'm scared,  \nOf course I'm bleak.  \nEvery breath takes something,  \nSomething that once made me unique.  \n  \nWith each new dawn,  \nA fire.  \nWith each new dusk,  \nA drowning.  \n  \nAnger is in the sun,  \nDespair is in my cold tears.  \n  \nAnd so is balance,  \nNow the ugliest of words,  \nI faciliate in the extremes  \nNever to be myself again.  \n  \nSo how does one win,  \nWin a war ingrained in us?  \nLet nukelight purify you,  \nLet black seas carry you too?  \n  \nOne could patch the wounds,  \nA gold thread with a black head.  \nTend to yourself in quiet,  \nLet the world sort itself out.  \n  \nBut I can't.  \n  \nI made my choice long ago.  \n  \nThe wind called me as a child,  \nI no longer feel it in the trees.  \nI now feel fire in my heart,  \nLove and anger burning me.  \n  \nIn the light I burn a path,  \nA path among those kind old trees.  \nNo shade touches me,  \nOnly light is all I see.  \n  \nhvarexshaêtem ameshem raêm  \n  \n\n"}