Making peace..

Like the keys of the piano

They rise one after the other

One black

Next white

White is the hope

Black is the abysmal darkness

There are more black keys

Weighing down

The white ones struggle

To get that gentle press

As the music plays

I waltz in its Symphony

Knowing that soon 

A black key will be pressed

And in that knowing

I find peace. 

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