The shadow that floods the currents below the surface
Will drown by the hand of the waves
The light that penetrates the murky rapids
For the darkness to succeed
There is no hope
It is greater than I
Into the depths
Hope has gone
The despair of darkness
Will crush
The hope of light
The fear flowing whirlpool
Just out of reach from
The sparkling surface wakes
Start again, from the bottom.
It’s where we all begin.
About the Creator
Sarah Massey
Sarah is an animator and short film director at the birthplace of Route 66 Springfield, Missouri. A graduate of Drury University in the class of 2020, Sarah is published two fiction short stories in Drury’s Literary Magazine, Currents.
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