by Regina Holm


Weather is bleak
Feelings blue
A rip in the fabric
Of all that was safe
A deep dark shadow
Looming above
Inside is crumbling
While thoughts are tumbling
Where do you go when the fabric is torn?
A desire to mend
Ever so strong
Desperately looking for signs of light
I need it to be there
Just a tiny spark
To work with
Lead the way
Through the darkest night.

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