She is the storm behind his eyes
With the fury of the wild
She heals the sting in the goodbye
That holds onto him like a child
She was the magic of delight
Delivering the sweetest of desires
A burning candle in the night
When every light has been expired
She offers freedom and release
From the demons that possess him
Granting a passageway of peace
When his chance is getting thin
A beacon on the hill
To guide and offer a safe passage
Redeveloping his will
When his heart has been held captive
She is the safe place that he longs for
When every other attempt fails
The only woman he adores
Ensuring him, he will prevail
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
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how it should be <3
A tautology, given that ultimately the only place or instance in which he wishes to prevail have to do with the affections of her heart. (Unless, of course, she is not to be.)
Nice work, Kelli. Meaningful and well written.
We all show grace in our own ways. Good job.