this light.

there is a light
and it shines as bright as you let it.
- as i let it.

it's warm and welcoming
it always comes when invited
and its presence brings
joy
healing
comfort

but that doesn't mean there isn't confusion.
and it doesn't mean i haven't spent nights
crying
praying
asking why
debating
needing something tangible.

maybe i rely too much on blankets
feather pillows
soft robes
chamomile
and
flannel pants...

maybe.


(artist credit mackenzie thorpe.)