I AM I SAID TO NO ONE THERE...

I never wanted it this way
But this is who I am...

I must have gotten a wrong signal...

--No matter

Ethereal

And welcome aboard the Ethereal Train of Hidden Flame...

HIDDEN VISION_CHAPTER ONE

HIDDEN VISION

EARL BLESSING

1

Halloween.

What some refer to as All Hollow’s Eve; some fruit-bowls even call it Devil’s Night. A very busy night. Full of fun and frivolity. It’s always a night for cops. Calls mostly for pranks, ones that ordinarily couldn’t hurt anybody—unless you count the shit under someone’s shoe, from trying to put out a sack of it lit on fire and left on someone’s doorstep. Eggs, on the other hand, thrown at cars, that could cause an accident from people trying to use their wipers, and only smearing the crap all across their windshield—it’s a reflexive action, and people don’t really think about the consequences until it’s too late. And that’s how some of the pranks go sometimes. No one expects anyone to get hurt—maybe just annoyed—but no one expects that to be dire results. Consequences. They are so often overlooked. As a cop you learn to expect the unexpected, not to flinch at the unusual, and never assume the worse. Always wait for the facts. They determine the truth of the situation. And its severity.

Sometimes.

Rape? Murder? Not as common as most people might think. Most people are just trying to have a good time on Halloween. Homicide doesn’t usually enter into the equation. But sometimes things have a tendency to get out of hand—especially when booze or drugs are added to the equation.

Sometimes.

In my field of work I see a lot. And it is not always conditioned to my scope of practice. Furthermore, it is not always what most people see. Not cops. Not detectives. Not pathologists. Not psychiatrists. Not psychics. I still remember my wife’s words before they clouded over with dementia: “Go now. Save me. Let me remember you as I do now, before I forget. Forget me not…” I heard the words ten years before my wife would speak them…on a cell-phone, in my mind’s eye… in a dream I would hear them the same way when she called me from the hospital ten years later…on a cell-phone. I had forgotten the dream. After all ten years can seem like a long time.

This is not the case however when you love someone. Then time can never be enough. Moments that there are no words for, become far and few between during life’s hectic schedules, and cherished when made available. And sometimes my eyes fog over with tears when I hear the song, Time in a Bottle.

Sometimes.

It hadn’t been long enough for me and Jeanie. She wasn’t my childhood sweetheart. But she may as well have been. And the time we had together ended too quickly. But then who expects their spouse to suffer from dementia? The result of a malignant tumor in the cerebral cortex. It started with headaches—migraines, then Jeanie complained about vision impairment; memory loss was added to the list, along with a personality disorder. I had a condition, Jeanie had a condition. The only difference was that I could live with mine. While her condition robbed her of her identity. She lives in the Stateview Hospital now, the care she gets is exemplary; at least until the tumor kills her. The doctors give her less than six months. And in spite of her words, I would still visit—try to manifest a memory that she could hold onto, that she could cherish. But in the end she would forget about me completely. Sometimes life can be so harsh and cruel to a couple just trying to find their way in life; it can be harsh and cruel to a man who believes he is doing the right thing.

Sometimes.

I joined the force when I was twenty-seven. I married Jeanie when I was twenty-three. I received my promotion and title as—Treat Finnegan Biddeford-Sanford PD—Detective of Homicide at age thirty-two; one year before Jeanie would start experiencing dementia. It’s funny the way things work out sometimes; you get a promotion, your wife gets dementia. Your life improves on one level, and on another it sticks it in and breaks it off. Go figure. And you, being the detective that you are, have to look at things objectively—don’t allow yourself to be overpowered with involvement. A little hard to do when your beloved is involved.

At seventeen I had a dream that my miniature collie was hit by a truck trying to cross the road to me. He had gotten out through a hole in the fence, and decided to wander around a bit. A thoroughfare ran through my neighborhood. And when my dog’s eyes met mine, which was obviously cue to come across the street, he did so. When in reality my eyes screamed for him to stay. He didn’t. Lad was hit by the truck, pulled under the front wheels, and spit out the back. The driver didn’t stop. And through a haze of tears, I saw a bloody lump in the road, breathing laboriously.

The dream saved my dog’s life. For had it not been for the precognitive warning, my dog would have crossed the street, just as I had seen in my dream. But the feeling of de’ja’vu was exquisite, and instead of meeting my dog’s eyes, I commanded him to stay!—not to cross the street. And when the road was clear, I crossed it myself and took hold of my dog, bringing him back home safely.

De’ja’vu. It is something that I experience a lot in my line of work. Ever since the day that I prevented my dog from being a lump in the road. For as I said earlier, I have a condition.

It’s not the sort of thing that shows up in medical texts or journals, therefore it cannot be seen—not like the misfiring of neurons that take place in the brain; that can be identified in someone with a mental disorder—my condition cannot be identified, it cannot be quantified, and therefore it doesn’t exist. If I insisted that it did, the psychiatrists would diagnose me with partial schizophrenia. And who has ever heard of a detective with partial schizophrenia or otherwise?

If my condition existed, then according to brilliant minds of quantum mechanics, it would be suggested that I have been known to alter the time continuum, or time-stream, as I prefer, rather than it simply being doo-da coincidence.

No. There is no clinical definition for my condition. Although the esoterics have a word for it—two words actually; they call it: Precognitive Clairvoyance.

A term that the rational mind would balk at. And I wouldn’t blame them. It’s only natural to be skeptical, even cynical, when you hear of a condition that can only be quantified by the understanding of some psychics. If there is no scientific evidence to support the theory, that is what it remains, a theory. And we may not be able to see the wind; however we can still see evidence of it, to know that it is there. The only evidence one can see with my condition is only after the facts. And I have lived with those facts for almost twenty-five years.

Few people know of my condition, and few of them don’t take it to heart; rather they would like to believe that I am an exemplary detective, with amazing hunches at times. One who should always listen to his intuition. My partner, Aubrey knows of my condition, but she isn’t quite sure if she fully believes it or not. She has seen me doing some rather strange stuff, and come up with evidence when others have somehow overlooked it, but she still tries to write it off as intuition. Be that as it may, she hasn’t informed my superiors—nor will she—whether she believes it or not; she still believes that I’m a good detective. And a good man. She has no intention of seeing my career destroyed over something that she cannot disprove.

But detective or no, psychic or no, dreams, or PC, nothing gave me any hint concerning the case that would in time be known as the Healing Church Ministries Massacre. This rather macabre case would test my resolve as a detective, and determine the mettle of PC, even as it would push both past their conventional boundaries.

SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS

Is honor for suckers?

I wonder.

My friend Richard has honor. Integrity is something that he puts first and foremost.

And where has it gotten him?

Most of the time he doesn’t have two pennies to rub together.

An aspiring writer after twenty years of rejection, what has integrity done for him?

I know, the world doesn’t owe anybody anything.

However if it is the intention of life to see that a man has nothing, why not just let him die in the womb?

Why all the senseless suffering, trying to make something work that never will?

Dreams, aspirations, persistence; which is what those who have succeeded, tell you, that’s all you need.

Bullshit.

You also need the luck of the gods or the Devil.

However those who have it, don’t recognize it; and therefore think that if they can do it, anybody can.

And that is more bullshit.

People have accepted this fallacy as a truism.

Saying never give up.

So when does persistence suddenly turn into kicking a dead horse?

And of course it is always the individual’s fault; because there is no one to blame.

Not God, not the Devil. No one.

What people fail to realize is that there must come luck with persistence.

Without luck, the world shows just how unfair it can truly be.

And dreams and aspirations are tossed to the four winds.

And who gives a shit?

Try as hard as you like, and hope you don’t get screwed.

This is highly likely, in spite of who is running the show.

Because it isn’t what you know, it is who you know.

And coming back to the reality after the illusion can sometimes be hard to do.

It wasn’t supposed to go that way, it just did.

IS THIS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE CRAZY...?

To forget who you were
And what you were trying to be
For others...

Or is that what it means
To be on the right path...

And then there was
A Pariah

Just another cosmic joke
In the Freak Kingdom

I have everything I need
Right in front of me
And some things I could do without...

On the one hand
It is monumental
On the other hand
It is minute
Perception rules
When it is not compromised...

I DON'T KNOW

I fear perhaps
That my words are too old
For this world
--Pariah

I don't know
What it is that
I'm waiting for
I just don't know anymore
I thought I did
At one time
But now the answer is hid from me
In Blind sight
I gave all I had to give
So that we all could live
A better tomorrow
I broke my back trying
I lost my teeth
And in my last breath
I said: I wish I had gotten to know you better...
Still the answer lay hidden
Within the hidden vision

--A riddle, for anyone to solve

Remember this: I love and adore my audience
Thank you for sharing yourselves with me
Only you keep the magic alive...

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That's how it works; I don't make those rules.

So follow me
Follow me not
Forget me
Forget me not
And I won't forget you...

WISDOM

Art by Timothy Goodwin

THE MAGIC OF WORDS...

The magic flared
and I dared
To tell them truth
That they never heard
Or ever believed...

Just speak the words...

Three words...

"I'm your fave"...

Always rely on your integrity
And remember
The world will always try
To take it all away...

Share with those you love or desire...


And if I claim to be a wise man
It surely means that I don't know...

--Kansas
Carry on my Wayward Son

Memory, prophecy and fantasy
the past, the future
the dreaming moment between--
are all one country
living one immortal day

To know that is Wisdom
To use it is the Art...
--Clive Barker
The Great and Secret Show



Offer the truth
--a little bit of fantasy
Throw in some music
That they want to hear
And watch the magic of the cosmos
Unfold...

--Timothy Earle Goodwin

Strange...
I know
But what can you do?



You could ask me to try harder
--having been homeless and all
But I gave all I had to give
So that you might smile
All the days of your "lives..."
Or just a little while...

BLIND SIGHT

Some people cannot see

Until they are struck blind…

--Earle Blessing

“This cult—that the world calls a religion, was about to start killing homeless people. They had the tools, they had the talent, and they had God running interference. They honestly believed that they were doing God a service. For to be homeless is to be living outside the light of God, without mercy, without grace. They were just taking up space, and wasting money. God wanted them dead. And this pastor, from this Podunk little town, was going to start killing them. And he would have murdered them all. The law couldn’t stop him. Just as it couldn’t stop me. But maybe he was doing God a favor. Who knows? They had already killed me.”

“So who was to stop them?”

“I was already dead. They had burned me alive.”

Oh—wait! That’s another story!

Let’s see here now…pay the ticket…take the ride…

THE LIGHT… SUICIDE NOTE OF HOMELESS PERSON IV

I searched the highways
Hedges
And stone
And found myself
Alone
A pariah
That believed in the indelible fallacy
That someone
Or some force
is tending the light
At the end
Of the tunnel…

—Author Unknown

Now, take my hand as a child
And show me which way to go…

Today four homeless people died
I was one of them

You have a lot of great ideas people
Heaven knows
But we know the only way to get anything properly done is to be in one mind and one accord—you are focusing on so many things at once—people need to learn to know when it is time to ease—ease down…
Are all the truths you are talking about, to be found at Healing Journey…?

Because there is one truth that the spirit knows that the corporeal does not: People are the Healing Power…Money is not but a servant, to be lost, used, confused, corrupted, and given… Where the spirit knows, that the best use of money is to heal…

The most exquisite integral factor of life is to be able to touch…

spirit to spirit…am I making myself clear…?

To see it is to be home…

All energy flows
According to the whims
Of the Great Magnet
But I was bipolar…

The possibility of physical and mental collapse are now very real…

Hmmmmm…now where did that come from?

I don’t know.

That is still not what I cam here to talk about.

I came to talk about “Darkness Within” and why I think you should get your copy. Now listen closely, I’m only going to say this about a dozen more times. “Darkness Within” isn’t just your average horror-story that makes “Twilight” look like a picnic. It is not just another adventure into a realm beyond your imagination, beyond the dark recesses of sanity. It is also a dark tale, where that which is ethereal is made real—an illusion that goes from a nightmare and becomes reality; where the corrupt meet punishment at the hands of demons and supernatural entities. It is an odyssey of good versus evil in unimaginable panorama of light and darkness. Buy the ticket, take the ride, to the other side of darkness within. A world within a world of darkness and oblivion. It’s also at a great price!

God—how I hate self-promotion

Howabout a little help

IF you like my work

Tell someone...

GARDEN OF IDIN--NEW INSTALLMENT

New Installment for "Garden of Idin"

For mature audiences only...

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TEE-SHIRTS AVAILABLE NOW!!

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REALITY...

You won't find all the answers
Between the pages of books
You won't find all the answers
In the cards
Or in the stars

You will only find
The answers
Where they begin
And end
Within...

And only with each other
Can we find the answers
Together...

For your personal encouragement and those around you
==Earle Blessing

And now I am too exhausted to continue
--Good night




I am the logic
In the illogical
I am the whispers
In the winds
Of your mind
I am
A flux in time...


It is what it is

Was I born for you
Were you born for me
Were we born for each other
Or was it just
Destiny...?

Reality is just a figment of the imagination's true self...

For as Einstein said: "Imagination is more powerful than knowledge>"

FOR CHILDREN AT HEART

The time has come to add still a new addition to my work. So, for the children at heart, I have created a whole new blog with you in mind. If you like fantasy, epic fantasy, sword and sorcery, vampires, werewolves, and other fell creatures, then I invite you to check out "FOR CHILDREN AT HEART. Just click on the image of Xanphre and he will take you there....

COMMENTS

To the readers,

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Thank you.
Tami

EXPRESS TRAIN OF HIDDEN FLAME

EXPRESS TRAIN OF HIDDEN FLAME



Greetings...

Currently your spirit resides on the ethereal plane…

This is fine, because that is where you will find the Express Train of Hidden Flame… It has my name on it--I call it the Phoenix, and you are welcome to board; you only need leave your own name with the advocate of the train, who requests that you leave your inhibitions and prejudice outside in the station… If you find any treasures while on board the train, feel free to share with someone who cares for you...

I hope that you enjoy my work… Timothy Goodwin aka; Earle Blessing…

Your kindness and grace I will humbly embrace…*~T~*

And for all you midnight riders and fliers...I offer you the Darkness and the stars...and...if you want to read something that will chill your bones, I give you "Darkness Within" and "Darkness Beyond"...It's alright if they give you a fright; you can always cuddle with friend. Nearly a paradigm of horror, which is a tall order, but then I will leave you to decide their integrity and merit...*~T~*


And for all you who inspired positive imagery--those that stood by me in the sunshine and rain--that brought your smiles that saw me through heartache and pain, to me you will always be the Salt of the Earth
--The very Best faithfully...
Your kindness and grace I will always embrace...*~T~*


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A SIMPLE COMPLIMENT...

A simple compliment to all the artists, writers, philosophers, and others that have reached me with their craft, their heart, and their art; you are the music in my song, and have colored my world with your magic. I hope that in some way I have done the same for you, that you have done for me, as you have made me a little richer from having crossed your path. May others see your work and perceive it with the same majesty that I have, and in turn, make the world a better place for it…

Yours Truly,

Timothy Goodwin AKA Earle Blessing

timadvocate005@gmail.com

Timothy has proposed a unique solution to a problem that has become a pandemic in our communities and cities. His dream is not an ethereal one, but one that is grounded in reality and has clearly defined parameters and goals. Those who, for whatever reason, have been reduced to poverty would be enabled to crawl out of that hole, which must seem to many like an abyss of despair...and make their way to "Illumination House," where they can find not only a temporary haven but a place where they will discover ways to rouse those sleeping Giants that lie within all of us. Through meaningful activities and optional religious services each man and woman can either awaken latent skills or create previously undiscovered ones -- skills that can be used to set them on their way to finding themselves; for, in finding themselves, they may become even better members of society than those who earned their degrees at some prestigious college or university.

Stephen Clothier

MY SOLUTION FOR THE HOMELESS

Written by:

Timothy Goodwin

The project begins with the construction of the finest homeless shelter in the country—”Illumination House“-one that would be a model for a chain of homeless shelters across the nation. The construction of the shelter would involve those individuals who are already homeless but have skills of general laborers and/or contractors.

The project would be overseen by a contractor who would have a supervisor to see to the operation and organization of the laborers. Laborers would be paid the same wage as any other laborer with the same experience.

The shelter would consist of sixty rooms—much like a hotel, and like a hotel would have running water in each room. Fifty-five rooms would be used to house the homeless; the other five rooms would be for staff members and security. There would be a meeting hall—where people would meet once a week so that staff and homeless members could go over their daily progress that is conditioned to getting the homeless into homes of their own.

There would be an activity hall. A laundry facility; and each person would be given clean socks, underwear, and products for personal hygiene, once a week--as needed, along with a gratuity check of $25.00 every week.

There would be a kitchen and dining facility. And there would be a chapel—however, those that are to be brought in to speak, would first be evaluated by the Director to determine if the message is going to be encouraging, or discouraging to those homeless members. I lean more toward the Unitarian Universalists, rather than the Fundamentalists; they would not be allowed to preach in the shelter—I don’t care how much fire and brimstone they use…

There would be work-programs available, and programs that teach Computer Jobs Training, Construction, Small Engine Repair, and Financing.

There would also be a program for people to encourage further education, and the opportunity to get GED.

The idea here is not to try and keep the shelter full, but to find ways to encourage those individuals that are homeless from breaking the cycle of their current condition, so as to allow others to do the same.

Those who enter the shelter would be recognized to be on a 90-day program—30 days of which would be probationary. If people are genuinely interested in getting back on their feet, they would have no problem with the program. Substance abuse of course would not be tolerated, and would be grounds for immediate eviction, as would be fighting, or carrying weapons.

Now I realize that some people are homeless because they choose to be. In which case "Illumination House" would not be for them; however there are those who are looking to break the homeless-cycle, and sometimes people just need a little direction and encouragement to do so; and this is what "Illumination House" is all about.

In a nutshell. My dream. My endeavor to alleviate the homeless situation....





timadvocate005@gmail.com

COME ALONG ON THE TRAIN RIDE!!

FINDING MY WAY

My advocate
My psychic
My therapist
My author
My magician
My guide
Through all the illusions
That would otherwise lie to me and make me weep
Tears of confusion and disillusion
Offering all that he can for me to get through them
And ultimately I will find my way...in time.


As a writer and artist Timothy specializes in science-fiction fantasy, horror, and erotica. When the wind is right he also works on a little poetry from time to time. He is a published writer of the science-fiction fantasy novel, entitled “Pariah”
http://www.amazon.com/Pariah-Timothy EarlGoodwin/dp/1413713025
which is available at Amazon.com. Currently he is in the process of trying to get two novels published: An Epic Fantasy, entitled, “Tears of the Le’igro” and the fantasy-horror novel, “Darkness Within". He has been interviewed by 1st Angel, and is recognized as an illustrator at “A Novel Idea”’s blogzine. Furthermore, he has received encouragement from Tor Science Fiction and Fantasy.

He's not unfamiliar with interviews on the radio, and always looks forward to the moments when they come his way.

Oprah hasn’t seem to take notice of him yet; although several friends have sent his story to her—Lady Goddess bless them all in their good intentions.

As one who specializes in creativity, he does a lot of work on table top modules for RPG gaming, including, but not limited to—full-length adventures and art-design. He has finished the Demo for Module A1 “Darkness Beyond”; which will allow players to explore his “Darkness” series in an RPG format for only $2.00!! The Demo is availabe in his store at Rendered Realities, along with a 500 page PDF of the entire novel, "Darkness Within", for $5.00!!

He has lived extensively throughout the US; including ten years in Alaska. He believes that all people’s belief-structures are valid, as long as they don’t interfere with the livlihood or belief-structure of another; obviously this incongruity makes it difficult for people to be friends. He doesn't think that peace is something that can be forced, only perceived, and he has a low tolerance for people who are mean. Sooooo, don’t be shy, drop him a line; everyone has a story to tell, and he would like to hear yours!!

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SOMETIMES THE ONE

Getting through insanity is the hardest valley that I have ever known. I know what it is like to be ignored, betrayed, forsaken; I know what it is like when cherished friends suddenly leave you—sometimes taking with them all the smiles and tears of joy that you have shared throughout the years, stealing them away when they go, and leaving you in desolation…

Getting through insanity takes work—like reaching for all the stars in the heavens and bringing them down to share with you—yet, I feel that I have walked into the Abyss of insanity for so long—ridden the Express Train through Hell countless times, that I know the landscape, and sometimes I can balance it all on the tip of a pen…

And again I step quietly and boldly into the Abyss of insanity; I was the only one who could do it at the time. I was the only one who could fight the Darkness, and The Darkness Beyond, so that I might return again quietly back Home…

I sometimes remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday, and sometimes I too can see Paradise by the dashboard light; and this time we are the ones burning like the middle of the edge of a—but I quietly and boldly step into the Abyss of insanity, where the ghosts sometimes scream maniacally in the whispering winds of my mind…

In the Darkness now. In the Darkness and Beyond…

Hello, Darkness, my Old Friend, I have come to glean answers from you again; answers to set the world right once more, as you see that it is blinded itself to its own cruelty…and now I need some answers from you, so that the world might see again the way life was truly meant to be… But you know that I was just a Dreamer—you taught me that; you taught me how to do something out of this world, and now, I want to bring it back Home…

So remember me at Christmas or Halloween, those are the days I shine the brightest, and other days I find it serendipitous if I am just a glistening twinkle in your eye.

Oh—how I try…

But as we all know, all work and no play, makes me immune to sanity; and if that’s truly the world’s curse, then tell me, Darkness, how I can teach it to heal itself…does it really need me to show it how…?

Can it get along just fine without me?

If not, then it must pay heed to my words when they are so clear, otherwise they are all in vain; like raindrops falling gently on your window…you may never know…

I have to be up working, while the world sleeps…writing and fighting the world’s nightmares and her darkness, even while insane spirits hammer at the doors of my mind—trying to break in to steal away my time, where I am no help to anyone. I can hear them, I can see them, and they ARE the Devil’s curse…

I write and fight, that I may justifiably exorcise the world’s Demons and its nightmares, that she may sleep more peaceably. I am awake while the world sleeps, trying to find answers that elude me, so that I might in fact offer her a little salve to help with the healing; and all the while trying to inspire miracles; even while she fights me with her demons, nightmares, and illusions—trying to seduce and confuse me, so that I might lose my way back Home again, somewhere…in time.

NO ONE knows which way the coin will fall. However, I still know this: the answer still lies within your soul. But then again, it’s rather sad, because I have looked around, and sometimes I cannot seem to find, whatever is always rolling through my mind…

And I see the Big Wheels turning, and still I write, for the might of what I perceive to be right. Even while the world sleeps, I write, with a tear in my eye, never having wanted to say goodbye…

Now, do you think that you still need me?
I feel the pressure the same as you
Now let us see what we can do…

While the world sleeps, I write. And even though I may not be able to see—I can still feel; and sometimes that’s all I need to heal…

So trust me in your heart, I will do my part not to break yours; for I have felt the broken hearts of those living on the edge of the night…and I know how truly painful a heartache can be.

Which is why I came…
Now, do you still need me?

I have been through Hell the same as you
And although our Hell may not be the same
I can feel what it is that you are going through

I have seen the Darkness and Beyond the Darkness
I know my way through
I know where the sharks reside
And how to avoid them
And I can show you how to avoid them too
And if you need me to help you float your boat
On the Seas of Time’s Reflections
You need only offer your voice and your ear
For I will always be near
To help you steer your way beyond adversity and opposition
And help you find the path that is clear
For you to carry on…

I am your advocate
I am your psychic
I am your therapist
I am your artist
I am your author
I am your magician
And I will be your guide
Through all the illusions
That would otherwise lie to you and make you weep
Tears of confusion and disillusion
I offer all that I can for you to get through them
And ultimately you will find your way…in time.

http://www.keen.com/details/Advocate-Timothy/Life-Questions/9806867

HELLO DARKNESS

Hello Darkness, my old friend, you came for me again.
To shadow my thoughts and darken my way.
Torment my dreams and bury my soul.
Every light I lit you would take control.
With your icy breath your darkness you would throw.
The harder I fought the stronger you got.
I kicked and screamed and kicked some more,
not sure I could or would even be able to win.
Where in life had I gone wrong?
What was my immense sin?
Was I deserving of this hell you were pulling me to?
Your only answer was that ghastly grin.
Then beyond the shadows of your darkness...
a stab of light did pierce your heart.
A light so bright it brought you down.
Someone holding a candle...
Someone stronger than you.
Someone who has been to the depths of your darkness,
knew right where I would be.
Knew right where you are happiest.
Helped me remember, helped me believe.
Reminded me I'm a survivor,
a fighter,
not one to lose all hope and cower to you.
Taking me by the hand, led me out and away from you.
I now hold this candle that was handed to me.
This is my life I must defend, you will never be able to win.
Try as you might I will never lose sight.
For your darkness can never blow out this light.
The harder you try the brighter it shines.
You won't win me over so say your goodbyes.
This candle was given with heartfelt care.
Its glow is stronger than your darkness... so just beware.
It will remain on the mantel of my soul to help guide my steps
through the journey of obstacles you throw my way.
You can't blow it out for it is here to stay.