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There She stands, I know, waiting for me

Ever patient, ever loving does she not see?

I cannot look her in the eye for the crooked ways in which I grow

I am no longer the same and my soul shudders from sorrow.

This is unnatural!

My sun has fled and my moon has died

I was never drawn to the darkness but there my body lies

Does God know I am missing? That my spirit won’t take flight?

I am afraid I will grow accustomed to being blind.

But She is there, faint as hope

She sings my name, She is calling me home

I fumble in this dark rain, wet from shame

What right do I have to return? this is my atonement, I am to blame

She is singing against the ruckus and rumble of my storms,

She says I must find my body, claim it as my own

She says she holds my candle, she holds my light

But I must slay the darkness, this is my fight.

I want to stop

Because I fear

But then I would be trapped and I do not belong here!

There is only one way out, it lies with me

And that lonely first step is all I need.

I trudge past the voices, the anger, the pain

These are my ashes, and yes even my shame

These are the pieces of me, broken and bent

But, as a whole they are my testament.

I can flower from the waste of my ruin

I can be taught to learn

I can love myself deep, there I will return.

I see her now, so bright and pure

She is there with my candle, strong and sure.

I can look into the light,

I can look into Her eyes

With me She weathered the storm,

She is my sunrise.

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