Submitted by Gina I. on Wed, 06/12/2019 - 19:59

it is midnight in my soul
the dark of a clear night
the gentle wind
that settles my thoughts
the peace of knowing
that I am alone

but I am afraid
in the shadows lurk
distractions of unhappy ends
am I alone
or will I wish I was?
my own thoughts ensnare
trap me with promises
that I will never escape

the fear blinds me
like a lightning bolt
cutting through my peace
heralding a storm
the breeze is a gale
tossing me hopelessly

I'm grasping for help
screams lost in the trees
my soul in turmoil
but my help has seen
he is here
like a sunrise
following a week of midnights

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