Danielle

the children of darkness

have their moments,

glorious testimonies and self-made fantasies,

delightful, intoxicating delusions,

breath taking beams of false light,

rising to incomprehensible heights;

perhaps this is what

I understand best;

I have never been able

to survive in either world,

just somewhere in-between,

out on the fringe,

slightly past the known,

standing on the edge,

where even shadows

remain silent;

I should have reached out for you,

I should have protected you,

I should have pulled you from

the gathering storm,

I should have been stronger

than this miserable mix

of flesh and bones,

I should have been willing

to fight for you,

die for you;

now it is too late,

now you are gone;

lost forever;

baby,

you’ll never know

how I grieved for you,

how I loved you like a daughter,

how I loved you as a woman,

how you made me smile

on the inside,

how I will always miss you.

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