Kimberly Roles Poet I do not know?

At the Stroke of Midnight

slowly she
reaches into
the depths of
her dying soul
grasping...
at the core 
of her pain
that has been
etched into
her heart 
for ages

Burning
yet soothing
Its grip is
loosening...
As it finally
succumbs
to her will

comfort washes 
over her
as sadness
begins to fade


as glimpses 
of her past
flash
through
her tired mind
warm 
shadows dance
around her
carrying her
toward
the 
peaceful
light

one
single tear
settles
on her cheek
as she takes
her last
breath
at the
stroke of
midnight

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