When you stand in the light, there is a thread of darkness that twists around you.
As a perceived threat you are saught out, tested and stalked. The darkness lurks in the undergrowth, an unseen observer, a bottom feeder, for the misguided societal norms.
This darkness cannot touch you, you are fuelled by the light of a sacred flame.
Darkness seeps into your space like an unwelcome observer. A month to the flame, continuously drawn ever nearer to the truth that will burnish the very fragments of its existence.
Turmoil is its friend, disruption is the game.
Missguided and not understood this silent observer, this leach of disruption, sent as a silent ambassador to foster a different way. Will not tame this cry of truth.
I am a child of creation, a child of the light. My voice is my power, and I stand in my light.
I illuminate the darkness seeing the very essence of what is.
There is no darkness that can control me, beguile me or deceive this bastion of light.
We have the power, we have the right, for freedom is our ally, our voice is our arbiter of justice.
Stand tall stand proud, the wheels of change are spinning, whirling in the direction of truth.
The dawn is fast approaching…This sacred flame will banish the darkness, once again into oblivion from whence it came.Copyright©Deborah Williams 2020.No copyright over the image.