Like a window facing East,
The Son shines into my fragile heart
And warmth seeps into the coldest corners
Leaving no trace of the pain from yesterday as
I breathe in the morning air and stretch my scarred arms
Towards the baby blue sky, as the sun shines on the traces left
By a heart so broken, little white lines of despair - turned into beacons
Of hope for those who are lost and have yet to finally see the Son,
The true sunlight of this weakened world.
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Sunshine and Shadows - A collection of poetry.
PuisiA peek into the sunshiny meadows of my heart with a few glimpses into the dark shadows in the back of my mind. Though these works are completely clean and swear-free, they are not recommended for anyone under 13 for some thematic and possibly trigge...
