When Shadows Part

Some fingers cling tighter than they should—
But when they open in a palm—
The shadows cease.
Shadows part – light descends – when we release.

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Cobbled, frost-covered stones
Shadows drift under streetlights.
Gripping with thin fingers
Refusing to release.

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I grasp its wispy fingers.
Prying – it clings.
Each finger lifts.
Drops.
And grasps – with more fervour..

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My hands – in a palm.
Fingers limp, an absence of pain.
The shadow drifts —
Lightens.
Relents.

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My fingertips leave the iron.
The mist parts — light’s new glow.
The cobblestones shine-
Clear-
Bright

Peace.

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