restless

like rain driven by the wind

in the stormy alcoves of the mind

truth stands ready

to leap from the tip of my tongue, fingers, a pen…

eager to present herself

beyond the evanescent shadows illuminated by lightning

enlightened moments soothe the soul

when shared with others

yet remain intangible, ineffable

in the cold depths of lonely despair

visible only by the spark of faith

that arises from truth exposed

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