The pangs of my self doubt are subsiding.
The memory of you is the last vestige of...
Nothing stops me from hating
except me.
Too many heart felt feelings of remorse
Not enough settled dust.
After the smoke clears
After the last shot has been fired
I stand still
and I think of that which was
and what is to come.
For the first time
The question that remains unanswered
leaves me not confused
but full of hope.
CF
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