Wounded Souls
I know the value
of the cold light of reason
but the heart has its reasons
of which reason cannot know,
Is it Ego, a defiant show of strength?
It is the nature of man
to confuse genius
with insanity.
Every soul on Earth
charts its own destiny,
each decision tipping it
toward the light
or toward the darkness.
We are here
to ferry wounded souls
across the river of dread
until the point where
hope is dimly visible.
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