The Brightest Light

August 29, 2016
By , Eaton, CO

I died that day,

I think,

I thought,

but who am I to say

what to me was brought

What am I at all,

I’d ask,

Nothing but a shadow,

fading quickly, passing by,

reflecting what one once was

But though a shadow,

a shadow with hope of light,

a blot of darkness turning bright,

cleansed from the blackest of night,

turned to beautiful golden pure white

So coming alive was I,


the darkness faded,

light began to win

So now I stand in awe

And fight,

For night has gone and

now comes the brightest light

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