Darkness weighs upon my soul.
Too heavy for me to discard,
I ponder . . .
Is that light I see
Or just an illusion?
Walking slowly toward the Light,
I am brushed by gentle wings of love.
My burden seems to have been lifted from me
By unseen hands.
Unseen, but not unknown . . .
By Martha L Shaw © 2017
Very nice. One day, I’ll have to re-post one of your poems with your permission, Martha! I see the copyright emblem on your work…
Steve
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I would be honored anytime, just pop me a link so I can comment!
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Thank you so much, Martha. I will be watching for my chance to use some of your work. And I’ll pop you a link so you can have your say…
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lovely
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