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!