I sit by the flicker of candlelight, watching as the flames dance and the light shines.
All the while I think of you, the ones who suffer and struggle through the darkness and shadows in your aching endless grief.
I have seen your words and heard your stories as they cry out from the distance. It matters not how near or far.
From somewhere deep within, allow the strength to rise and push forward through the oppressing things that take you to your dark places. Breath deep the courage, like a warrior with sword raised high. Rise victoriously into the sunrise of a new day. It is always there, always waiting for another.
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Very powerful my friend. Love the imagery and very easy to relate to
I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the Soul. The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me. The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.
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