I’m staring at a face
Once I knew so well
Every angle, every imperfection
Every hidden scar.
Who knew where it would go?
Who wondered the path it took
Through darkness
To Sorrow?
I’m staring at a face
It’s not what I knew so well
Less harshly cut lines less clear
joy upon its brow.
How could such a change exist?
How could the path so tightly turn?
From sorrow
Now to hope?
I’m staring at a face
I haven’t known so well
For far too long since childhood
Many years are lost
Why has grim and ghastly gone?
Why so swiftly has contentment come?
From hopelessness
To something new.
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