How I wish to see the light
No matter how much it hurts and blinds
My eyes, so used to darkness here
To anxious crowds and bloody sights
Wave a torch, a beacon shining
Like a firefly that flutters in the night
Something I can reach, to aspire
Before the final round of this fight
When the canvass finally catches me
Punch drunk and exhausted
Let me see that final light
And know that it was worth it
Darkness can be scary. We talk about darkness when we find ourselves there emotionally. There is another side and we need to explore it. It may help the dark feel differently. You may like my post Gentle and Malevolent Darkness. Peace to you. Suzanne
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Thanks Suzanne. I’ll check out your post 🙂
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