Light

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Worn hands cup my face
As hot tears run down it
A ragged sob escapes my throat
As your lips brush my forehead
"It'll be ok
My darlin girl
For you are so dearly loved
I see the fight in your eyes
Let me tell you it'll be alright
You've fought so hard
And you've begun to win
Causing fear in your demons
Watch them rear their ugly heads
Watch them cower from your light
I believe I was put here to help you
And we will fight the good fight
I love you my sweet baby doll
More than you'll ever know
So let me wipe the tears from your eyes
And hold you"
I can't help but be silent
Looking at him in awe
What love is this
That I have found
One that soothes the aches
Of years of beatings lashed on my back
And creatures clawing at my brains
In that moment I found a peace
And so it was my tears finally ceased

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