To my sister on her birthday
“Hope is being able to see that there is Light despite all of the darkness” ~ Desmond tutu
Been in a fraction of
that darkness.
Hoped for a moment
in the light.
Reached for the pinpoint
of a glimmer.
Burning my fingers
in the night.
.
Followed the tracks left
by others.
Weathered the thorns and
hurricanes.
Walked t’ward the lightsource
in the tunnel.
Splatted like a bug
by a train.
.
Light made by others?
Unnatural.
Lightsource from the soul
isn’t flame.
Walk in the bright that
glows inside us.
No one has to give
it a name.
