Angry, I screamed at the world.
Loudly, I shouted at my Gods.
Lonely, I cursed my world.
Softly, I cried to my Gods.
Softly,
I cried...
Softly they came, on shadow feet.
Softly, gently.
...And now,
From my gentle, strong place of safety,
I know the path to here
Was lined with one hundred silent partners
Holding out their hand,s
Their light
Cheering me
In silence.
Johnathon Dale
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