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Laying in the dark.
Thoughts racing down
the hallways of my mind.

Looking for sleep
to end this day.
attempting to escape the noise.

The darkness before my eyes,
gives me pause.
Realizing I am not alone.

But one of the many,
People of the night.
Purest white light
Disinterred
From the deepest depths
Of your soul

No longer lost
Nor hidden
Exhumed
Now resurrected
I hold your hand
You are redirected
From the now
Illuminated darkness
Of this uncovered black hole

By Lady R.F ©2016
Nobody is born
With a strong heart,
A broad mind,
And a giving soul -
These attributes
Come from exercising your spirit,
And reaching within.

By Lady R.F ©2015
 Jan 2017 Allen Robinson
Colm
Sometimes I wish I were like them
That I could see such alluring sights
And that in likeness shared with them
I knew the fear of such trembling heights

But then I’m reminded in my mind
Of my own mountains which arise
With every dawn until the dusk
It’s my own Everest I must climb
Climb young man. Even when you're tired.
one day
we will be whole
but until then
we’ll keep fighting,
we’ll take one day at a time
we will laugh and we’ll cry
and we will learn to take our walls down
we’ll be a lighthouse to each other
and carry one another through the night
we’ll see the sun rise
and we’ll find the courage to try again
the waves might try to drown us
but promise me
you won’t sink
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