Lost in shadow,
the girl weeps.
Alone in the abyss
Forgotten to time.
Stumbling
she wanders
Searching
For something just out of her reach.
Chasing for hope’s reprieve.
The voices ring,
Echoing false truths.
No love
To wrap around her.
No care
To be cherished
No feeling at all.
Her heart is black.
Only taking
With nothing to give
Lost in shadow,
the girl weeps
Her salt-soaked tears
A voice calls her name.
Gentle
Loving
Caring.
She looks to the light amidst the darkest black.
Where hope springs eternal.
It’s blinding,
Soothing on her splintered heart.
No longer lost
The girl runs,
Leaping into the arms of her savior.
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