a Gift

There is a Gift
that haunts
Tragedy.
In the depths
of Despair
Where no light
reaches
And no Way
can be found,
Even within
the catacombs
of Lost
Where our
body—
our entire being—
Aches from
so much Pain,
The ember glows
That tenderly, carefully
Warms
Life’s ragged Breath.

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