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burning lights

spotlights cast me in the spotlightabove the screams in the nightreaching hands pull at my seamsand, under the moonlight, it truly seemsi am an ethereal sprite from unanswered dreams,but, beneath the bright light,lies a churning sight where streams run dry,and the light of the fire burns the esteemed into a shaky regime.

To Triumph Over the Shadows

He had lived his entire life in the shadows. Shadows of the past, shadows of his father, shadows of his brother. Every action he made was criticized. Every word he said was compared to those who already passed. And, slowly but surely, his proud shoulders drooped, his eyes stopped shining, and his laugh stopped echoingContinue reading “To Triumph Over the Shadows”