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I ADMIT
I admit, I came to this world to suffer,
but it will never compare to the pain you endure.
I admit, I always live
within the unhealed wounds beneath your ribs,
with eyes that open in your blood, not innocent.
I admit, you've granted me eternal blessings,
yet I still gaze at every window emitting light,
Though there may be filled with unease grey.
I admit, I will ultimately return as a glorified angel,
yet still covet the splendor of earthly things.
I admit, I have not finished this beautiful fight,
yet I yearn in fatal fatigue
to return to your throne, under your wings.
I admit, life is an adventure,
yet I often hesitate, fearing to leap into the darkness.
I admit, I bear a secret and noble mission,
yet often don't know the path I tread.
I admit, you are with me
by the waning fireside,
in the morning mist, in the empty square,
in the fierce silence of midnight,
in every word that comes from the sky.
I admit, you dwell within the temple of my body,
yet I still fail to cherish myself.
I admit, you and I weep together, endure pain, and rejoice
in the crowds, in the valleys, at the ends of the earth.
You protect me, comfort me, I admit.
I've journeyed with you through trials and cosmic changes.
I admit, I will die, so you may thrive.
© Yongbo Ma
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