Buckled to the ground the dark pierces your heart.
Actions retreat and you look to stay apart.
Tread lightly are the words we have been told
And to trust ourselves around the ribbons of gold.
Suffocating with fear while judgements take place.
You must discipline yourself to set the pace.
At night, the wind whispers for you by name and
Only then is the mirror work yours to proclaim.
Mind of armor and shield fastened against your side,
Move forward in daylight but in darkness make sure to hide.
Story meanings are often transparent and disguised,
For blessings are not always compromised.
Grateful hearts find the vision to see that
Only through the darkness can we find the key.
© 2020 Nicole L West
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Nicole West
Storytelling allows the gift of inspiration to enlighten your whole being. My writings enhance personal development and spark creativity through stories that take you outside the box.
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