I think they had it right… Our souls, lives, are lights

We all have a light, that burns in us 

Mine, my light, is a glimmer 

A dim light, that glimmers when the darkness tries to consume me 

It holds me 

In the darkness, it may not be bright but it glimmers, a little gleam, when there’s nothing 

I like to think it’s made up of a little piece of innocence, that hid away before it was ripped, tore, stolen from me

My grace, you could say 

It holds me, it burns, it’s dim but it’s still shining 

My little glimmer in the darkest of hours… 

      -B. 8-7-17

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