Dark to Light

In my earliest day 

Blameless and innocent 

In this deep valley of torturous dismay 

Thunder constantly striking  

Then the later days 

Murderous apprehension building inside of me 

Towards one that I should love 

A spiritual essence brought me to a halt  

Showed me forgiveness and to soar like a dove 

From death to life 

Pain was in pursuit  

This Holy being working inside  

Also working in my father. 

Who knew of this forgiveness? 

With power like no other 

We transformed 

And fled from that grave. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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