Against an overwhelming brightness,
The shadows we cast irrelevant,
like the last of the falling snow,
upon a world so white
It can be so blinding sometimes,
but it fills us up so,
the darkness that burns my soul,
insignificant compared to your light
But a body so damaged,
cannot survive a passing night,
and a soul so ravaged,
might not be saved by the brightest light
But then again I know,
to feel you here would be enough,
to feel your touch makes me strong,
as your light keeps the dark at bay.
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