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  • Writer's pictureStacy


The dark holds me like a womb,

nurturing, safe, and comforted.


I can hear my heartbeat, my breath, my thoughts, the whispers from within.

I am the moonlight

Sending gracious soft light

I am but a mere image of who sees me

I wax and wane with the moon

I embrace the dark and await its message of truth.

I can see in the dark my own light

Truth be in the dark.

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