Accompanying Light

There has always been an accompanying light

Like a small, glowing lantern floating along

While the dark took me prisoner again and again

Determined that I was meant to struggle alone.

At first, I thought it was only mocking

Watching as I climbed and fell and climbed again

But I learned to trust in the presence of light

As a landmark to guide me back home.

I know I cannot prevent the catastrophes

When life is a tedious gauntlet we must run

But I take heart in the warmth of that steady glow

To guide me when my soul loses sight.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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