The Cloak of Quiet Light

Dorothy Howls

I weave a thread of silver-white,

around my chest, soft-shielded tight.

A shimmer-glow no eye can see,

but here it stands, protecting me.

No harsh word sticks, no shadow stays,

I’m held in warmth through stormy days.

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