Leaving the Dark


Whispering of voices once silent,
only he can hear in the wind.
Unsure of what she’s become,
he holds her as she sobs.

I’m just a ghost, she wails.

You’re more than that –
You’re a spirit who can now
hold moonbeams in your palm.
He nods; reassuring her.

You’re a soul who’s one with the stars –
a beacon of the night.
Breathe in this gift of light
and leave the dark outside.


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