Beacon

Echoes
chase me down.
Through haunted hallways,
I run,
watching my feet stumble
on the fear
of losing the footing
I never had.
Fingers taut
in reaching
and I am only alive
because of your voice
in the darkness,
its beckoning–
my flashing green beacon
at the end of your pier.

~Patience~

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