LIGHT OUR PATH

LIGHT OUR PATH
The storm within has run its course,
A wreckage left, a battered shell.
No fear of shadows, gathering force,
Though ethereal pain begins to dwell.
Light, a distant, fleeting spark,
Darkness holds my deepest thoughts.
No solace found in the scorching dark,
Nor comfort in the lonely nights.
Aching limbs, a silent plea,
A fading ember, flickering low.
Despair descends, a shadowed sea,
But whispers promise solace yet to know.
No kiss from hell can claim my core,
Though crimson stains bespeak the fight.
From the wreckage, hope will rise once more,
And claim the dawn, a rekindled light.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI