(from In the Shadow of my Pen: A Collection of Poetry and Prose)
By candlelight, she writes as her words take flight.
Words buried deep in her soul, echoing memories of long ago.
Tears form in her eyes as she watches the dying embers.
So she gives way, letting them cascade down her cheeks like a torrent of rain. Then she picks up her pen, and her words flow out again.
But this time, she knows her soul is crying for a reason.
It is drowning with the poison she was forced to drink for such a long time.
So she weeps until her tears run dry by candlelight.
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