A Shadows Gift
Can a shadow move
across the sky
while the sun is bright
and rising high?
I dare not contemplate
the dark of the light
the love in my hate
the fear that I fight
If I come to acknowledge
all that is bad
Must I forget all that's good
the innocence I had?
Both light and dark
can corrupt my soul
but it's what I believe in
that can never be stole
Copyright © Sam Spry | Year Posted 2010
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