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Heavy air, thick with darkness.

Smells of death, hide near.

Demons watch, through human eyes.

Like snakes hidden amongst debris.

Angels stand in plain sight,

Unseen to the naked eye.

Wander further through the dark,

To the light, on the other side.

The trail is forged for me to find,

If I would only follow.

Release the grasp of choking burden,

That's clung to me so long

Freedom waits, around the corner

With open arms

Sarah is a participant in Megaphone’s community writing program.