Light

[anonymous08]

Something I can't understand



How the light of something so lovely could ever penetrate something so vile.

Scars and bandages to complement a dark heart, dead and dying.

I must grasp this ephemeral something before I close to life and spirit.



The light is not that hurting, burning fire of childhood that terrified me, hardened me.



It's not the same.



This light is brightening, loving warm.

Healing.

This light is loving.



Loving - my scars, my bandages, my heart.

I can hold on to my life, my spirit.

Thrown into the light.

I will not be cast into the fire - but the light.



My own light.