Night

The night is dark
All are asleep
nastieSave me
Alone I face them
The demons, the gremlins
Who are these faceless creatures
Of the dark?

They tell me
I will die
That something bad
In my blood
Will get to me
Before my labours
Can bear fruit.

But there is anotherdaf
Night
Where darkness is soft
And peaceful
Where I step out boldly
For I am loved.

This night
Is the hidden
Side of light
The womb of the dawn
Harbinger of hope
Assurance of eternity.

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About Rosalie Squires

'Who am I?' is a question whose answer keeps evolving, that can be answered in many, many ways; that has no known answer at all. But there are some clues to be found: stocksharpsquires.wordpress.
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