My torch is here, my heart, my reason, it was waiting for me to return. Waiting as I walked in another girls shoes. Shoes so ill-fitting all I could do is slip them off and walk away.
But she is not my topic or my reality.
As a child, I lay in bed feeling a massive
presence of protection and hope, I knew!
At thirty I am still very much that child, simply needing that presence,
and so happy to know! This is my reality.
H.A.
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