Into the Gleaming Sunshine

September 5, 2009
Cold. Wet.
Sad. Still.
Unable to move.
Unable to breath.
Unable to die.
Water crushing my lungs.
Rushing through my body
Instead of blood.

But wait,
there's a small small light.
Growing,
Getting bigger and bigger.
Shining, shimmering.
An angel.
Fluffy wings,
gleaming face.

Out of the darkness,
Happy, warm, dry.
Able to breath,
Move,
Run.
Run like never before.
Run from the darkness.
The cold, and the wet.
Run through the war,
the bloodshed.

And
Into the Gleaming sunshine.





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