I was born with two lighthouses in my stride
To swim towards in turbulent waters
Though one lighthouse wasn't quite as functional
As the other
It was nevertheless a lighthouse
And it would stand there, standing tall
It brought me into this world, after all
My being was safe this way
The lighthouses would always be there
The two of them, I thought
Even when sinking underwater, I can still see their light
Combined, they are bright enough for me
To bring me back to the surface, to breathe and to fight
As a reminder they are there
For my guidance,
my rise and my fall
My fall, I found myself sinking
Why was I sinking?
I was searching for the light, bright enough to pull me
Bright enough to bring me
Back to life
Bright enough?
The light was faded, barely visible
There was a light missing, A lighthouse
Gone
Its light dysfunctional, its structure torn
I could feel the rubble knocking
Knocking my form
A lighthouse was gone, once and for all
And now,
I can feel myself fall
