In twilight woods where whispers hide, Silent blades of thought collide. Edges gleam with fleeting fear, Cutting truths I need to hear. A dance of steel within the mind, Sharp reflections, cruel yet kind. Each knot unravels, threads unwind, Through jagged paths, new light I find. Knives of memory, keen and bright, Slice through the shadow, ignite the night. Yet in the hush, the morning breaks, And even sharpened sorrow wakes. Soft hands of hope reach through the strife, Mending the tears in the cloth of life. Though blades may linger, cold and near, The heart endures, and vision clears.
A lot has been going on, i need this.
