Beacons

When the darkness opens up like a tomb

  light floods in and I can see

When the fear starts to choke me like a noose

  the angels remind me we are safe

When the sadness starts to drench me like rain

  my children’s laughter sounds and I smile

The road is long and winding

  but the signs glow like beacons

  and my heart and spirit are strong

© www.mypastmademe.com 2011

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I have submitted the above for Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 40 hosted by Jingle