I believe there is a light.
if only a tiny spark,
that peaks out from beyond myself;
it's there.
Hope enough for the tangible
bright enough to bring truth on its way
through crowded attics
and dusty floors.,
heavy enough to hold me there
in silence
one more time
distracted just a moment more
until the light gently bounces upon my eyes
and challenges me to shift direction
dares me to crawl atop floorboards
across memories and muck
through fallacies and feud
to the open door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem