THE LIGHT

Cold, dark, desolate,
Has my life been...
As bleak as a winter's day,
Stretching endlessly before me...
No light, no relief for miles...
But suddenly...
A tendril of light,
Filters into my night...
Glowing, expanding,
Warming my flesh,
My mind, my spirit...
It is You... Finally!

An original poem
By Danielle

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