# Path of light

Author: harpier
Tags: Poem, Poetry, Zoroastrianism, light

Nifty poem about light and darkness.

Of course I'm scared,  
Of course I'm bleak.  
Every breath takes something,  
Something that once made me unique.  
  
With each new dawn,  
A fire.  
With each new dusk,  
A drowning.  
  
Anger is in the sun,  
Despair is in my cold tears.  
  
And so is balance,  
Now the ugliest of words,  
I faciliate in the extremes  
Never to be myself again.  
  
So how does one win,  
Win a war ingrained in us?  
Let nukelight purify you,  
Let black seas carry you too?  
  
One could patch the wounds,  
A gold thread with a black head.  
Tend to yourself in quiet,  
Let the world sort itself out.  
  
But I can't.  
  
I made my choice long ago.  
  
The wind called me as a child,  
I no longer feel it in the trees.  
I now feel fire in my heart,  
Love and anger burning me.  
  
In the light I burn a path,  
A path among those kind old trees.  
No shade touches me,  
Only light is all I see.  
  
hvarexshaêtem ameshem raêm

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