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Embodying the Light

Within your heart, a brilliant glow
A sacred flame, let it grow
Shine forth kindness, love, and grace 
Light up this dark and lonely place

Radiate warmth to all you meet
Illuminate every single shadowed street
Be the beacon that guides the way
Turn night into an enlightened day

Your inner light can change the world
In our hearts, hope is tightly curled 
Waiting for a spark to fan ablaze
Setting the skies alight as heads begin to raise 

So embody the light in all you do
Let goodness shine in all you pursue 
For you are the star that burns so bright 
Forever chasing away the night

Copyright © Erin Atchison | Year Posted 2025



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A Dog's Advice

Keep life simple:
Wag your tail, knock everything off the table
Chase anything that runs
Always stop to pee on the roses
Be fiercely loyal to the ones you love
Forgive morons quickly
Don't growl or bite, keep your dignity 
Nap often as possible, eat with ridiculous gusto
Greet each day with a bark and a tinkle
The world is full of stupidity and danger, cats too
If you must explore be diligent, be careful 
When you're done with your run, your galavanting 
Always return home to the one who loves and puts up with you

Copyright © Erin Atchison | Year Posted 2025

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My Hands

My hands are clenched into fists
Knuckles white, bulging like boulders of rage
They tremble with the weight of repressed fury
Itching to lash out, to break something, anything, everything 
Each finger is ready to poke hard, judge and condem 
A violent storm of chaos and pain boiling beneath my skin

My hands, once full of vibrant life
Creative and healing
Now they just rest here, useless
Still, void of life like dead, wilted flowers
Where vital energy once flowed through
Now tired, worn, barbed wire around my bones
Fingers that once held love, held hope very tight
Have become gnarled and weak,
Grasping only the black emptiness of sorrow

Copyright © Erin Atchison | Year Posted 2025


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