A Life Recovered
A life recovered from Stygian depths
tainted by the horrors of dark abyss.
He falters as he takes one thousand steps,
a life recovered.
Pale sunlight stippling through with warming bliss,
luminescence he warily accepts,
burning too brightly after his darkness.
There is a shortening of his sharp breaths
as stark reality he soon percepts
that forces him from his grim regrets,
a life recovered.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2023
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