Brightly shine
on the night
Balled up in a
Shawl of whispers
should it be hope
or despair
My thoughts of this life
disappear though the air
Hope for the sorrow will dissipate
Never afraid
Always intrigued
An endless feeling
just out of reach .
Hold your hand to the fire,
and breath in.
Still, the ground
Under your feet.
Fear does not exist,
in this Spotlight
Breathe deep, my dear
For you are free.
Be still my aching heart.

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