If you look down enough, you will most likely find it
As it withers at nothing and wishes to be felt at just that.
No shadow to be seen with light that doesn't exist.
Hooded eyes show no sight
And hopes are showered around umbrellas of despair.
This is the point it takes its toll on the soul.
The rocks at the cliff meet bottom,
As feet skid to a stop just to take a look.
You now know you have been found.
Clouds disintegrate into the air from which they live.
Thus, it all comes clear when dark meets light,
There is nowhere to go.
The brilliant intensity of that which illuminates,
Resurfaces and resurrects;
A soul with no path but fear
Can still be guided back when it's search has been found.
Wisdom is a stalker of all things wanting good.
Awareness becomes that passage.
Soak up the sun of encouragement,
Stand on the doorstep
And look back one last time.
Remembering is to remind and reflect
For it has all come together to be found once again.
Glowing brightly in current distance
While guiding the new path, which is that;
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