When the Streetlamp Goes Dark

Philanthropist by breath, 

I am in love with the moments, God bestowed...even in what had been a Hellish Tyranny, most days, of my living life.  

Had it not been for the headaches, an outcome all too different may have prevailed. 

But as with most chronic conditions, other things became of my life; quite darker paths, than Hates herself. 

The pain led to demons and pathways unknown;  Shadows of Evils of the self...

Still...

I learned to love, now didn't I? Like a small fairy to the light. 

As the light. 

I shifted still, in the midst of so much null-ness...

That in the end, I quite discovered, God never receded from my spirit, even when I had. 

Fairy indeed. 

Human. Angel. Breed. 

We are God's aren't we? 

After 

All.