A poignant exploration of finding strength and identity in the depths of the night, where one’s true light shines brightest.
Copyright © Priya Florence Shah
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In the womb of night, I first drew breath,
Where shadows danced, and silence kept.
The darkness, my cradle, my whispered lullaby,
In its depths, I learned to live, to sigh.
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You, a visitor, to its depths descended,
But I, a child of the night, befriended.
In the cloak of dusk, my kin I found,
In the moon’s gentle glow, my heart unbound.
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You may think you know the dark’s embrace,
But I, its child, its love, its grace.
For where you see only void and fear,
I see a world that’s crystal clear.
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Born in shadows, I found my light,
In the darkest hour, I shine most bright.
For the darkness is not my foe,
But the cradle from which my strength does grow.
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