Light, I see it as a metaphor for goodness – finding it, feeling it, and following it – isn’t that what we desire for our lives? If not, what is life then but dimmed?
Give me light
I am lost in dark
I stumble
Seeking help
Wandering directionless
Show me the right path
i’ve grown used to
a mind gone closed;
i’ve gone numb to
a heart grown cold.
I Write Her 
Wonderful collaboration. ❤️
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Excellent!! 💖💖🌻
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Wow. How lovely. All of them. May we always SEE the light. May it always find us. Thanks.
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So happy you enjoyed them, Selma! Yes, you are right. Thanks for stopping by and commenting. :)
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Thank you for sharing that lil poem of mine, Susi 🥰
nicely done as well, Sadje! 😊
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My pleasure, Joseph!
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Beautiful poetry! Thank you for sharing, Susi.
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Happy to, Eugenia! :)
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Love the picture and the various interpretations.
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I Love Joseph’s poem too.
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Yeah, he captured a feeling, I think, that many people have experienced. And it definitely follows what can happen if one doesn’t “find the light.” as your piece talks about.
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Indeed, very true.
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So kind of you to share my poem Susi. Thanks
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My pleasure, dear! :)
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🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼😍
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