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14 Day Creative Challenge

Golden Light

She holds my hand and walks me home

while rabid dogs do lie,

she takes each ache, and wraps them dear

though fear, old foe, won’t die.

Her seeds of goodness, daily, sprout

she guides my heart by day,

the softest wind, she whispers me,

her sun the warmest ray.

And with this peace, I lay her tune

I sing her through the night,

oh, softness, take, me home again,

sweet angel, golden light.

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When I believed in angels, a golden one would shine.

And I would see her face in the dark of my mind, always smiling, always soft and sweet and dear.

And she would hold me through this life, the golden one, when I was broken, lost or bruised.

I wish I still believed in angels.

I wish I still believed.

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Peaches In The Darling Sun

And So We Rise

And so we rise.

And so we gather all hope and find our way to peace again.

We think we have broken, we think we have lost our way.

Such beauty lies beyond that which we call failure.

Such strength waits for us patiently beneath the rubble.

Do not be fooled by the darkness.

It is only there so that we may know the light.

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Day Three. And a new day begins. xx
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Poetry

Bloom

No rose

(not a single one)

ever bloomed in an instant.

Listen to the silence

of the journey.

Let the rose bloom

as she will.

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Poetry

Sunshine

I’d like to find the sunshine

beneath my pillow, when I wake.

And I will cup it in my hands,

and I will hold it close and whisper:

‘Shine, sweet little light.

Shine ever brightly,

might the pathway ahead

light and walk with me.

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Poetry

Meant To Be

The great news is this.

If I am here,

there is nowhere else

I’m meant to be.