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.
There is a different version of me that leaks out,
dripping ink on these pages,
hollow and raw,
saying all my thoughts.
A flow of words that may have never left my head,
We need more joy in this world,
we need less of this depressing sense of life,
when everything around us is so beautiful.
But we only look through a gray lens to see it.
I'm looking in the mirror,
I don't match the picture on the screen,
should I be sad or pleased?
One click at a time,
one more scroll,
oops I fell down the rabbit hole.
Comments
I love that last line so much!
Thank you!
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