Endless Cycle
from shadows I rose,
only to find myself,
facing a familiar ghost.
For a time, I was free—
the weight grew light,
a taste of morning
after endless night.
But here I am, again,
in that same hollow place,
where the echoes return,
like they never erased.
It’s a silent kind of hurt,
a whisper of defeat,
seeing my own footsteps,
right beneath my feet.
Yet maybe this time,
I’ll linger and learn—
find strength in the fall,
and courage to return.
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