The valley feels low, like the deep blue sea,
the darkest place one can be found
where light becomes shadows and turns to pitch black
we search for some good, solid ground
not rocky, or covered in algae or moss
but where our feet can touch down
on stones so smooth, or grass so green
A place where our hopes can abound
Crying out I hear only the sound of my voice
so desperate to be heard and seen
from the depths of my soul I year for a time,
a memory on which I could lean
reminding when I felt deeply loved,
cherished unlike any other
when I held the hand of the other in mine
and I never considered another
But now I rest in darkness, in shade,
recounting regret inside
patiently waiting for Him to find me,
uncovering the place where I hide
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