Beneath the hush of evening skies,
A single star begins to rise,
Its trembling light, a golden soul,
Crowned in silence with an aureole.
The meadows bow, the rivers gleam,
As twilight folds into a dream;
The world is softened, whole, consoled,
By that faint fire, that aureole.
And so with you—when darkness nears,
Your voice outshines the weight of fears;
Around your heart, a light takes hold,
Unseen but felt—your aureole.
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I am currently raising money to pay for ongoing psychotherapy. I am a survivor of complex trauma, I have dissociative identity disorder, and complex PTSD. Therapy can be very expensive.
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