In the solitude of silence,
A gentle whisper touches my heart,
Like a breeze blown into the very depths
And a tenderness holding my very being.
In the stillness of darkness, a flickering light
Opens my eyes to a beautiful sight,
As the mighty hand soothes an everlasting fear,
No longer does the darkness hold such power.
The darkness is but a reflection
From that hidden place within,
A raging fear of a child, locked away fro that healing touch,
Now open, to the warm and tender love from above.
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