What does one do when engulfed by darkness.
Trapped in the labyrinth of a forest
Not knowing which way is out.
Barely knowing which way is up.
What can one do when all hope of finding the way out is lost?
The knowledge that there is an end to every forest is comfort enough to continue on.
For every great ending has a hard start.
The night is darkest just before the sun peaks over the horizon.
This poem is beautiful and very moving.
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