Watching sunset
Dreading the chill
Cold
Dark
No stars
Waiting for something
anything
someone
anyone
Why?
I carry my own light
Yours isn’t necessary
nice, but not needed
wanted, but only received
never taken
Get up
Time to move
The light is gone
Full dark, no stars
So what?
Make my own light
Pierce the darkness myself
And live
Note – it’s been a while since I’ve written anything of any real substance and I regret that. Bear with me as I dig to the roots of my soul and take up the pen and keyboard again.
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