Among the little goblins....
Deafened by the nipping silence of darkness....
I flounder my way to fluorescence....
A staggering me gropes for a brush of hope....
Wanting to be blinded by the light....
The light of a new life....
Playing with the cherubs....
I sense a graze on the tip of my finger....
And just like that, unknowingly, it curls into this hand....
The hand with new promises....
Weeding me out of the heather....
Ushering me to a new place....
A place called LOVE....
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