What then had this come to?
How far then would I be stuck?
Silent prayers offered in my head
Begging, pleading
I got up slowly, feeling sick
Peeling myself from the muck
I was deep in the mud
Barely dragging my feet along
But at least I was moving somewhere
Why am I moving?
What if I wander deeper into this valley?
But am I not at the bottom already?
The Shadow Valley seeming endless
Hopeless, helpless, joyless
Nothing
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A beautiful sadness. This 5 part testimony took me on a journey into your shadow valley, reminding me of the shadow that follows me. I felt the thorns as you fell, I feel the absence of love and hear the growls of your wolfs as my ghost petted them. Very well expressed and written friend.
Thank you so much! I’m so glad it could have an impact.
You're welcome
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