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Passing the Torch
by Cheryl L. Turlin
She walked within the silent halls of a darkened, hardened soul.
She reached from the lightless depths, into an even bleaker hole.
She dreamt of climbing into the light, praying for a pass.
She dreamt of one to rescue her, lead her to flowers, sun, and grass.
She touched my heart, my hand and soul. I gently let her in.
I thought I could bring her into herself, to the warmth I saw within.
Her essence was of such great mass, it slowed my own swift pace.
I saw a light slowly grow, dawning from her dark and lonely face.
She gave to me a priceless gift, finding a torch within her reach.
She lightened my load, reinforced my place.
She's one that I did teach.
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