Beliefs
By myself,
All alone.
A terrifying concept
The idea that
Freedom
Power
Couldn’t save me now.
Being alone,
That’s what hurts.
But if I were,
All alone,
My beliefs would be
What I hold
Dear to my heart.
My
Love
Pain
Memories
Knowledge
Would save me.
I would fight
For the survival
Of my own thoughts.
I would hold them
Dear to my heart
So that in the future
I don’t forget.
I remember.
I learn from it.
I harbor the cost of my own pain
To keep the memories alive,
To keep my beliefs,
And to survive alone.
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