Poems of life's Ups And Downs

Meet my nightlight. I call him Brother

When I was a child the house I grew up in I was considered the oldest of us. Being the oldest would normally mean more responsibilities or to be more mature. All in which I had and was until I began to fall back. The stress of events and circumstances took a toll making my mindset tumble. I was an adult as a child. A child as a teen. A teen currently as an adult. My mother and father had given me a nightlight long ago. Becoming more isolated I chose to keep hold of it and use it be my sword and shield as life went on. So as I grew more and more unstable and unhinged my nightlight would always guide my way back to the path before I could become lost for good. They provided a way for me. They provided safety and comfort to me. Anything that could or would hurt me the light would burn. Due to my age and place others looked down on me for needing my nightlight to do all of these things for me as I'd hide behind it. I'd cry to myself knowing that I couldn't bring myself to turn it off or allow myself to shatter the light because it was so dear to me. I knew it would burn out eventually and yet I continued my misuse of the light. As the days past turning into weeks, months, and several years I noticed that it faltered. A light flicker causing a change in the constant stream of light. I panicked holding my breath putting my hands over it as if it were a candle needing it's flame saved from a storm. It worked, only for a bit though. After seeing it stabilized I went on to do my regular pattern. Suddenly I felt the air become cold and heavy as the light dimmed into darkness. The light had gone out. I cried and screamed being left in the dark by myself. I cursed it in the beginning for leaving me in the dark and giving up because they were weak. I later stopped myself and began cursing myself. I should have never been so draining and demanding. I should have taken care of what I had and learn to live with it instead of on it. After changing the socket the light shines once again. Every so often it still flickers as if it were about to go out again but now I always carry an extra charge for them. The more I'm around the light the brighter they seem. It burns me sometimes now days but only if I use it to long. I love my night light dearly and I'm glad they're finally shining again. They glow with a warm presence that anyone who looks on them can feel. I'm proud to call them mine and I hope to never see them burn out again.

(this is mine from amino. I do many poem blogs but I'm going to transfer them all I think