Guidance

The room is dark,

Lit only by the embers

Of a dying fire

The young maiden

Lifts her gaze

From the soil she lies on

To the thatched roof 

That protects her

For there, she sees

A glimmer of light

Guidance she feels

Provided by the one with the power

It was in reality

A tear in her cover

That startled her ponder

With the rays of the day

But when guidance was needed

Guidance she saw

Refusing to accept 

That it was she who gave herself

The guidance she required

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