Looking back

When I was at my lowest I started writing. I dug out the notebook today and I can’t even remember writing some of the things! There are a couple that jumped out at me though, and actually had me shaking my head that I wrote them, so I’ve decided to publish them here.

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For N

A safe place, a friendly face,
a golden globe of light.
A dancing flame that speaks my name
and chases away the night.
The shadow is there but there’s warmth in the air,
Held in the haven of this room.
A sacred hour, a healing power,
That helps diminish the doom.