“As long as you’re with me,
I hold on to hope that
everything will be okay.”
By night’s dark embrace, I hold on
to hope with everything that’s left.
The night embraced me in her darkness, an embrace I never expected. An embrace that made me feel comforted. It was foreign, but oh so nice. And I felt that warmth every frightful night. Before the steps coming my way and the living nightmare that would come. The night held me in her embrace as I waited, and she continued to hold me until the pre-dawn light announced the start of a new day.
The night, in whatever form she takes, has been my constant. I am one with the night. With all her darkness, all her shimmering lights. Those glowing embers flickering off in the distance millions of miles away. Through every phase of the moon, and through every storm, she remains. And for as long as I live, I will continue to look upon her with fondness and comfort.
© Sarah Doughty 2018
This was written as part of a large collaboration of incredibly talented writers called Petitions.
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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I read the whole piece and it is amazing. I heard it in my mind as a spoken piece with so many different voices speaking their individual parts. Just so beautiful and amazing! 🙂
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Oh yes, they took so much are and consideration into which order the pieces were to be arranged. The overall impact is almost enough to take your breath away. 😊😊
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It was incredibly well done! 🙂
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Thank you!
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Thank you, love!
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You’re welcome, hon! 😀
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