Smooth Edges

Not knowing how something so dark can turn bright.

Something so heavy can turn light.

How something so buried can appear,

called hope, what we might fear.

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How can these angry edges be soothed,

without disturbing the core of the truth?

Without unveiling its silent pain

avoiding the need to explain?

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Not knowing how can there be inner peace,

Simply existing without struggle, what a treat.

Without having to work relentlessly hard,

for every deep and happy part.

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While one thinks these endless thoughts,

what comes to mind is that hope is brought,

rising to the surface, vital for survival,

which had once been deemed a fearless rival.

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There is faith that sharpness can subside,

yet solely when love is shown and not denied.

It is now believed to be the truth,

that something once so sharp can indeed turn smooth.