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The Gift

The journey is not finished
it has only just begun,
the poetry of my soul
rises to meet the day.

Moonlight's promises
forgotten in the light,
remain a mystery
a fragment, nothing more.

I soar amidst the stars
visiting those planets
only my soul will see,
contentment is mine
in this, the misty time.

My soul plunges into darkness
chaos reigns supreme,
I fight the downward trend
sometimes almost losing.

Reaching for the light
asking for one more day,
sanity is a fragile thing
most take for granted.

Only those of us who fight
the demons of our mind,
know how truly precious
reality really is.

A wonderful gift, a treasure
all unknowingly receive.
It's only when you fight to retain it
do you truly understand,
how precious the gift really is.

maw/2002

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