I forget in the fear
of being alone,
I forget what's important,
about my home.

In the fear of facing
great, intense pain,
I forget, my life
is not in vain.

Sometimes, in confusion,
in and about my bed,
I forget, what I should
hold in my head.

Then someone breaks through,
across my great void,
reminding me of my battle,
and my journey's reward.

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