And so she made her bed
with darkness and slumber, permanent rest
the end of her story
the finishing touch of her masterpiece
she carved her name, her signature
left her mark in darkness for Death to see
in hopes he would remember
that she once belonged to Life.
And as she prepared to lay down her head
upon that pillow of the end
a distant voice calling out-
dim light shone
an out- stretched hand
told her that she was enough
her scars and her fears
were worth His blood
a Saving Grace
a kind ear
lent to listen
to offer the help
to pull her up
away from the deep dark pit
of sorrow and hopelessness
where Death was king
and no one heard
to the place she belonged
where Life ruledand darkness was only but
a part of her dreams
forced into a corner by the wonderful Light.
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