She is a light at the end of the tunnel.
Something hoped for to reach and bathe in,
but forever just out of reach for us normal mortals.
Now I am near the light and see
the blackness of my shadow,
and in this darkness hide the deeds and thoughts of my past.
This is the fear,
that they might also be shown in the light.
(© M.Snow 2014)
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