foggy darkness
clogged
the air.
not a peep of light,
nor a nick anywhere,
for the trapped
darkness
to escape.
light footfalls
echo,
pitter patter,
through the halls;
young girl:
cold night,
clutching at her woolen shawl.
All doors closed,
except one.
The one
that's
getting
taller;
...calling
her to come.
Steady
steps,
unlead by fear.
The only thing
she's lead on by,
is her:
miraculous,
cautious dare.
Though she cannot see
she takes on the journey;
she takes on the journey
through the blinding sea
of darkness.
The darkness in which she
knew she would never miss.
© J-d S. J
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
foggy darkness
clogged
the air.
not a peep of light,
nor a nick anywhere,
for the trapped
darkness
to escape.
light footfalls
echo,
pitter patter,
through the halls;
young girl:
cold night,
clutching at her woolen shawl.
All doors closed,
except one.
The one
that's
getting
taller;
...calling
her to come.
Steady
steps,
unlead by fear.
The only thing
she's lead on by,
is her:
miraculous,
cautious dare.
Though she cannot see
she takes on the journey;
she takes on the journey
through the blinding sea
of darkness.
The darkness in which she
knew she would never miss.
© J-d S. J
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