There is a light,
one small glimmer.
It flickers like the flames,
fighting the darkness.
Dim,
but just enough power to leave a little spark in this dark room.
Leaving warmth over the shadows,
making the room just a little less scary,
a little less sad,
giving us comfort,
because sometimes even the shadows need a little comfort.
Posted in response to the challenge MLK.
He says he's mine,
but am I really his?
Should I push these feelings aside and let him in?
Is their some kind of line that decides if I'm his?
Is this right?
do we really fit?
Someone new is trying to hold me,
it's so foreign,
they are trying to take your place it seems,
but I think that's exactly what I need,
to look beyond this misery.
I feel confused,
am I happy?
I fall in love with people,
leaving pieces of me behind.
Belonging to a heart that's rightfully mine,
but it doesn't matter because they can give them back and they still won't fit back inside.
Comments
I love that last line so much!
Thank you!
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