Him
A love rises up inside my soul,
and overflows into all aspects of my being.
I may not always feel him near,
but he's there, nudging me forward.
He is a gentle tug back into the light
when darkness engulfs me,
a strong hand to pull me back onto the path
when I slip and fall towards the rocky slope of despair.
No one else is so inspiring, so uplifting.
I shout for joy when I perceive
the loveliness of him,
and a feeling of peace washes over me.
No longer must I fight the demons on my own,
he is there with me.
He grasps my hand in his.
He whispers soft encouragements in my ear.
He is with me always,
I am never alone.
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