There Isn't Light Poem by Anna Pine

In a black hole there isn't hope. there doesn't need to be
there isn't light
there isn't life.
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But, there is possibility
there is mystery, intrigue
there is finality.
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A black hole pulls me in to look and wonder
it pulls my spine straight and holds my chin up
it teaches me to hold strong under pressure
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light can't escape its fate
then again neither can we as humanity
escape if futile

when even the act of hoping is hopeless and too much
we can find resilience in ourselves