Met a troubled soul when navigating a rough patch myself. Shone her some light and she partially bloomed...but almost cost me my own journey to full light.


The Dim and The Dawn.


When shadows crept, and I stood near,
A soul in dark did draw me near.
Her path was lost, her spirit frail,
She clung to light, though mine was pale.

For in my heart, a flicker glowed,
A tiny flame the darkness sowed.
She sought my spark to find her way,
And so I lingered, dim as day.

Yet burdened was I, heavy and slow,
For light must move, but I could not go.
I stayed in twilight’s cruel embrace,
The edge of dark, a fragile place.

The leaves of vapor, burning bright,
Cast fleeting sparks to mock the night.
Their orange glow, a fleeting guide,
Yet left us lost, though side by side.

But now, I crave the morning’s grace,
To leave behind this shadowed space.
The dawn, though haunted by the past,
Shall yield to light, full, free, and vast.

For dusk, though rich in mem'ry's hue,
Cannot deny what light must do.
A new day calls, the dark must flee,
The fullness of the light waits—free.

07/01/25





Poetry by in'kwa
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Written on 2025-01-06 at 22:39

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