In the Darkness
- Karen O'Moore
- Apr 1, 2014
- 1 min read
Feeling the darkness
The depth of it
As if a cloak of nothingness
Weaves around me
Feeling its warmth
Stroking my neck
Silken ripple down my spine
Letting go the resistance
To feeling
Naked, no hiding places
Just falling
From the darkness, a flower blooms
From the darkness, a light shimmers
From the darkness, a flame ignites
From the darkness, a lion roars
Karen O'Moore April 2014
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