Upon this solitude isle you stand so tall
Lighting the way for the waverley souls that get lost
Within sea of disparity, guilt, and shame.
Yet, you stand there keeping your light shining bright.
The light you illuminate shines brightly and gives me strength
Through my darkest days, knowing
Your beam is shining through those cloudy skies.
Standing within solitude upon your isle of disparity.
Within this lighthouse a lost soul lives
Lost, for no one found she felt alone
Invisible, unloved, shamed, unwanted
The lighthouse lived through her.
The day beacon goes out you will
Know that girl, lost her Light.
*My 1st Shakespearean Sonnet...Picture provided by Mirakee.*
©vicki
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