Sincerely

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This poem is about facing yourself.

I met someone who told me once
The hour of atonement thus comes
Without hesitation, without ransom
Redemption of our own prodigal son

It was hidden in plain sight
This you won’t admit until the long fight
To the very last of the splendor of life
The gateless gate to the abyss of night

Who do you think you really are
Discover and you won’t get far
Turn around and it escapes you
Reach for it and it obscures you

The many forms it takes
The polar opposites it creates
We once was lost but not indefinitely
I do not take it seriously, only sincerely