Shadows and Light
- Johanna Collier
- Mar 28, 2018
- 1 min read
They are but faint echoes of the demons that haunted Mother. Whispers in the dark. But like those, they feed on doubt and espouse lies. Or so I hope. Worthless, they say. Fraud. Waste. Quiet, yet constant, they curl through the mind, filling every open space. Sometimes I fear it is my own voice I'm hearing. Worthless. Fraud. Waste. Like smoke driving air from my lungs.
Close your eyes and still your breath. Listen for the light, the voice that
guides you home. Breath by breath, you will make it there. Her voice draws you to shore. Even as your spirit splinters and icy waters threaten, carry on. The shadows cannot smother you if you seek the light.
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