The Light
My spirits have been lifting
The ice begins to thaw
The deep end begins to shallow
I recognize me once more.
It’s been a long time coming
My rope was worn and frayed
I’ve been scooped up and have my bearings
I’ve once again been saved.
The low times have been frequent
The highs fleeting and brief
This happy medium is magnificent,
a Godsend, and sweet relief.
Copyright © Ellen Androshuk | Year Posted 2015
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