Life, the reflection
or celebration of spirit.
Seen, beyond our horizons
or within the mirrors we seek.
Upon so many faces, voices speaking tales of
wishful traces, and places we keep
Steps that find us stumbling over illusions.
Not meaning the loss,
but the light to define
Comes only with the morning after darkness
When dreams escaped to dance before us for the first time
Beckoning, whispers, trailing behind
and yet, ahead distant
a memory... no longer alone.
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Stephanie Anderson
Stephanie Anderson survived exploitation as a minor. Armed with personal experience and neurodevelopmental strategies, her mission is to provide awareness and tools to help men and women find life skills, aftercare and support.
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