My Light doesn't always shine brightly,
Like a candle in a tempest it flickers.
Akin to an inferno My Light can burn me,
But it chooses to cauterize my wounds instead.
As the darkness appears to meld to my flesh,
My Light show me that the darkness and I are seperate.
When I wind through the darkness of my mind attempting to escape,
My Light keeps the shadows at bay.
Like the sun itself My Light is always there,
Guiding me from becoming lost.
Should anything threaten My Light's like,
I shall defend it with my life.
For My Light means everything to me,
Without Her I would die.
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.