• Karen O'Moore

In the Darkness

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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