Illuminating
Darkness
i sit in the center
my second hand sister holds my hand and leans her tired head on my shoulder.
i hear and see nothing.
the strum of the strings breaks the silence
bringing life into the room.
slowly
small lights appear
flickering randomly.
i search for one of my own
i cannot reach it.
waterfalls and broken glass seep from my eyes
i heave like the waves
in.
out.
i open my eyes,
a Light grows before my eyes.
It covers me,
Its flames engulfing me
like a blanket.
I can see.
Illuminating
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