Origin

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Of whence I came, the origins I know not.
Of life I remember, my heart whole and unfraught.

A golden light, I know and I undoubtedly crave,
A cradle of love, bestowed with unconditional Grace.

I am not yet broken, only just bent.
Not exhausted yet, just a little spent.

Soon will come a reckoning, one that I know must.
The past is undiscoverable, into the future I go thus.