Pinholes

In the dark, in the vast open space

I search for a grip, something to reveal my place.

A gift in the deep night did appear.

Pinholes of light to lift my fear.

Horizons so far, drawn by great heights.

My way was alight with hopes and dreams

of the beauty around me

I could not before see.

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