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Fine damp
Threads hang, wetting
My face. They thicken and
Puff, hiding the path. Trail's end
Shimmers.
morganna
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heavy rainclouds hang
over heather dark moorland -
light in the distance.
Step after step
away from you
Mile after mile
the shadows grow
Tear after tear
fall from my heart
Fearful eyes wonder
if that cloud of doubt
will follow each step.
A darkness can engulf
the distressed soul
with quicksand speed.
Grab your inner torch
for the faintest light
will cut through despair.
Every cloud has a silver lining.
Do you see it?
Grasp it.
Remember it.
Fine damp
Threads hang, wetting
My face. They thicken and
Puff, hiding the path. Trail's end
Shimmers.
Pregnant clouds
Dark Path
Light afar
First I walk alone. I do not feel afraid, and wonder why. Something seems to await me with an ominous sort of darkness before me. Yet my feet continue to step.
One foot in front of the other, I wet out, eyes focused at the long road before me. Darkness approaches. It comes quickly, quicker than I had expected. A chill runs through my body and I feel the goosebumps prick my skin. Yet I move forward. My feet seem to move on their own. They drag me forward fearlessly, ignoring the pattering of my heart.
My eyes continue to stare ahead, focusing on the graveled road stretching before me. The way is straight. It appears to be simple. Yet that daunting feeling of something dark awaiting me does not let go of my heart. My chest squeezes within me painfully. Yet I move on.
Then before I was aware, a warm hand took hold of mine. It clutched me with confidence and I looked to my side. He had come to help me. The chill left me instantly as my gaze met with his for an instant. Then together we continued forward. The darkness, still ominous, was not so harsh. My journey appeared to be brighter. The dark sky opened for a moment and I could see past its hold, a glimpse of blue.
We stepped forward together with a confidence, a partnership I hadn't expected. Hope returned. There is a light at the end.
the shadowy abyss.
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