Less of Me and More of You
The days dwindle by as if time doesn't exist,no more can I take this.
I try to comfort the unwanted thoughts,
as a teen mother rashly hushes her child.
A Light is revealed and as I draw nearer,
the pain subsides.
Like a newborn held tightly in its mother's arms,
warmth from the Light surrounds me
an no more do I cry.
A voice now eminates from the Light.
Soothing yet firm,
It fills my most inner parts.
Gently It nurtures me
and I am made whole.
Poetry by QUARANTINED
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Written on 2005-11-03 at 20:42
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