Between rays of light and the darkness. She stood.
In midst of her reaping.
Sacrificing her sorrow, as her happiness was taken.
She is now a barren land, waiting to be nurtured. She is an empty vessel, waiting for a new beginning. Between rays of light and the darkness. She stood.

Between rays of light and the darkness. She stood.
The world turned the key whilst her back was turned.
She displays her ideas on her prison wall.
Preaching her heart. Her passion can’t be ignored.
She is now a creative essence seeking meaning. Detaching her ego, waiting for a new beginning. Between rays of light and the darkness. She stood.

Written by S.K. Jackson

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