The First Light
In darkness deep, where shadows lie,
A glimpse of light begins to rise.
A quiet dawn, soft and slow,
Breaking through the undertow.
It touches places left unseen,
Parts of me that might have been,
A silent promise, faint and small,
To mend the cracks, to heed the call.
I reach for warmth, a fragile thing,
This gentle glow the day may bring.
Yet shadows linger, close and near,
A heavy weight, a constant fear.
But still, that light, though faint and slight,
Whispers gently, soft and bright.
A fragile hope, a spark anew,
In shades of gray, a brighter hue.
So here I stand, as night fades out,
Uncertain, lost, but filled with doubt,
And though the dark may still remain,
The first light comes to ease the pain.
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