• Clare


The storm thickens and Dark clouds surround her Fighting with all she has to stay afloat Her inner turmoil as wild as the waves crashing on the broken boat

Her tears meet the ocean Her cries echo with the thunder She searches She struggles The lighthouse nowhere to be seen

Then she succumbs To the reality she has no power over Her body limp, Weightless

Light in body she Invites in Grace, to Hold her, show her, allow her To see

That when she turns her gaze within She holds all that she'll ever need She calls off all the searches Knowing she's been freed


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