Last night,

Desperate for escape,

darkness icy over weary bones,

I listened to the old wounds,

The ones that dismantle and stun into silence.

Last night, I let my demons slip from their cages,

The ones that make me forget…

Desperate for sunshine,

warmth drenching frozen, freckled shoulders,

I’m listening to the scars,

The ones that bear hope and speak stories of redemption.


I’m letting the Light consume and remind me…
I am alive.

I am purposed.

I am loved.

Chelsey Whitlow


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