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Thursday, January 29, 2009

The Light Within the Darkness

As I slumber, your voice echoes through my mind - a voice I haven't heard in what seems like a lifetime. You connect the stars in my night sky as though they are the dots belonging to a childish puzzle - creating an image, just clear enough of an outline to give me hope for what is to come. For you are the sunlight on my darkest days of living, and without you my world has been the room of a young child with their nightlight containing a burned out bulb - bringing forth my fear of the dark.

The fear of darkness, no matter how large or small, harbors itself within every one of us.

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