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The forest of My Ghosts

I uncovered a glow,

A midst the bushes of my sorrow,
A small glimmer of light,

Lying on the murky forest footing,
Hidden in the forest of ghosts.

There it lies like a new-born cub,

Glowing with radiant hues of golden and yellow,
Calling out to me like a lost little calf,

Its sheen could melt the toughest of souls,
Its lustre could enlighten the dullest of minds.

Never has I really encountered its presence,
It’s the first time I feel the presence of positivity,

Dwelling in the forest of my conscience,
A dingy, lifeless forest with the flora of my fears,

It’s the first time I sense the presence, the true light.

My past has been a collection of my darkest nightmares.
An overview of my regrets and guilt,

A day without clear and cloudless sky,
Years with pours of my salty tears.

I wanted to see a ray light in this thick forest of canopies,
At least a tint of bright and warming light,

But, now I see this ball of light,
Not as bright as the sun, but thousand times warming,

I’m satisfied and a heart filled,
Finally, the forest is clearing, with it the clouds!

Sahana

94 II PU “A”