The price of your absence

Beneath your wing, I was shieled from all care, Now, every burden is mine to bear.

With you the fear of being alone was never known, Yet now a profound and empty lonienless has grown.

In your light, I wore being crown of a Queen, But in absence, iam utterly unseen.

You offered every giftt; I offered only scron and strife. Now I finally grasp the true measure of your life

It is the sorrowiful wisdom of the heart, Mother: We can only measure th value of soul once we watch them depart.

-Anya shade

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