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.
Green is my favorite color,
It's the color of the life on earth,
the color of the natural beauty everywhere.
I couldn't live without green,
I think you are my green,
I set the freshly made cookies down in front of them,
they smile.
That smile makes me feel warm, happy, it makes me feel full,
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?
Comments
I love that last line so much!
Thank you!
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