The light that sinks like a sunrise in reverse,
Encompassing all in the ennui of a blackened moon.
I will arise. I will get up soon.
I will not let my heart grow dim with discouragement.
The fierce puffing of breath that comes with a warrior’s
stride.
He waves his sword and fights the tide of his foes.
I will emerge from shadows and woes.
By Samantha Lindholm
March 20, 2012
By Samantha Lindholm
March 20, 2012
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