Her eyes grow darker, bloodied and maimed.
A balance broken, or forged in pain?
Her belief in day is caused by night.
Obscurity beckons her to look towards the light.
For every sunset, storm, or eclipse
lasts only an ellipses, but then lifts
as, once again, the sun shall rise
to melt the shadows from her eyes.
Cynthia Smallwood
January 24, 2009
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