light as translucent as fog in the coldness of dawn.
Unforgiving limbs of my fears weave themselves
into my very cells.
I am trapped in my own past
from which escape is insensible.
I am lost in the white darkness
stumbling into the forest of memories.
Desperate and afraid.
Then, the Sun fights to burn the cold
dispersing the suffocating fog.
Helios with his fiery chariot
vanquishing the soft, cloying darkness,
leading me home.
Fear and Memory remain
but now a mere swirling in the shadows
My God has answered my prayers.
He has gather my soul again
and brought it home.
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