To me, nothing can replace light
I've needed her every day of my life
Especially when I was a child
In the middle of the night, I had to have her
She was my guardian, you see
She'd keep the scary, scowling monsters in the darkness away
When I got older, I used her in a dark hall closet to escape to new realities
She'd take my hand and lead me down paths I will never forget
From candles she'd come when the power was gone
She'd wrap her comforting arms around me and whisper "Everything will be okay."
She would lick the wood like a child licks his ice cream in the fireplace of the log cabin we stayed in one summer
Bringing a broken family together simply by her vibrant, warm looks
Summer, of course, was her favorite season
She'd stay outside all day, and I'd greet her by swimming in a cool pool
Sometimes, if I were lucky, grilled foods and ice cream were there as well
She'd beam heat down on all of us, and make sure she missed nobody
Unless they hid in the shadows like criminals hide from the law
Then she couldn't get to them
Sometimes, when I did that, she'd get angry, and she'd leave my skin red
But I'd always forgive her; she was just mad at me trying to hide from her, after all
Christmas was by far her favorite holiday
Throughout the month of December, she'd hug the Christmas tree all night and day, never letting go
Yet she'd still make time for me, visiting me whenever I wanted her, be it day or night
She can be in multiple places at once, that tricky woman called light
However, I've always loved her best at night
When her lovely self is split into thousands of tiny stars accompanied by a large full moon
That's the best time to see her, really
When everyone is sleeping, she's kindly watching over them
She's so comforting, that woman called light
Even today, in my teenage years, she never fails me
While I sit in front of my laptop, writing a new reality, she's always there for me
When I'm scared of what the darkness holds, she's there for me
And most of all? When I'm sad, she's there for me
She will always be the comforting shoulder I cry on
For she is like a long lost mother to me, a best friend even
And who could ask for more?
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I'm Only Human
Poetry❝The greatness of humanity is not in being human, but in being humane.❞ -Mahatma Gandhi This book is a collection of poems. Some are happy, others aren't. Please respect this, and heed my warning of mature/triggering content.
