He stood in the shadows <br />of a broken home. <br />His eyes dull, <br />his demeanour solemn. <br />Clarity evaded him <br />his problems <br />were blinding <br />until one day <br />she came along <br />and suddenly <br />he could see <br />that where shadows fall <br />there is always light <br />or there would be <br />no shadows.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lighting-the-shadows/
