My Personal Poems

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Light; the first of the elements and the most forgotten

She was a gentle spirit

And yet so many people take her for granted

They think she is forever

They think she can never leave them

But even Light herself knows this is untrue

She died many eons ago to the powers of evil

To the emotions of sadness and self-doubt

She gave up on the things around her

And chose to help others

With her act of selflessness she was gifted

She was gifted the powers of light

The power to bring life

And the power to wrench it away

She is a gentle spirit that can bring life

But with self-doubt and sadness she can take it as well

Never doubt that she is beside you

Never feel sad because she is unseen

For even in darkness there is light.

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