The shadows break, the light enfolds,

the warmth obliterating cold-

my weakness is a sweet release

from struggling in such a place.


My heart breaks down, an open cave,

and slowly all the tension fades.

The welcome is a sweet release;

I've been too long in that dark place.


a/n: Maybe I do like repetition, actually.

I noticed that this is more in the style of what I would have written last year (in other words: a bit too corny for comfort) but oh well!