The Vow of Redemption
I came from a fire-forge,
withholding pressure,
and heat.
It had prepared me.
A path designed, not chosen.
I sipped my soul, tasted only bitterness.
A glance in memory, and there is
no stillness.
A realm that scares me to death.
So I am waking up instead.
Known only by me,
my vow.
For all lights that I shut out,
For every tear — each dropout.
For all bruises, mistaken over years,
every scar that I had caused.
This is my pain and my burden.
Each day, a glance in the eyes,
Making sure to keep warm.
To love the world as it is.
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