Closing my eyes
even though, afraid.
I arise, bravely above
the dark paths, of past.
My lantern aglow
slowly I peek, glancing.
I find him, my constant.
Easing into him, like
my favorite pillow.
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Comments
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such a rich picture you draw our minds to here. "I find him, my constant. Easing into him, like my favorite pillow." - a sweet tender ending. very nicely done.
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Again, you amaze me with the beauty of your words. Truly beautiful.
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Oh this is lovely!!!
I arise, bravely above
the dark paths, of past.>>>>the past, can sometimes be a dark back-road....I love that you portray her as looking back ....on a darkened past.
I find him, my constant.>>>ah, a tale of love, the thing that keeps her sane, a catalyst, that causes change, but does not itself change
Easing into him, like
my favorite pillow.>>>.aw, what a divine ending stanza, give me a warm snuggly feeling
like, I'm going off to a wonderful dream ...that I hope will never end
thank you for this, you 've looked beyond the picture and I always love that.
thank you for entering!
And g'luck!!
S.P. 
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