Visible Yet Anonymous Light Poem by Jona PoloRamirez

'There were two Atlantics; one outside the lighthouse, and one inside of me. The one inside of me had no strings of guiding light.' From Jeanette Winterson's Lighthousekeeping.

I have moments in my life; an empty space
In a second of wanting to get lost to nothingness,
But my nothingness is visible in my skin's sense of touch
By the wind blowing into my exposed brown skin,
I am here because my father choose to love my mother,
I was born because they both dared to love each other,
I existed because they choose to nourish my body and soul,
And because they inspired my spirit to survive
And quash the odds of my life.

Now I walk on thorns, the sole of my feet bleeds,
But my will to survive quash the wounds of my life,
And I dared to love life I am not happy about.
My mind wanders into space
And the sole of my feet refuse to stay aground,
And so I shoot into the stars up yon
And become someone else's guiding light.

In a world of darkness where I thought I was forsaken,
By Someone who created my worldly life,
Instead of all the odds I have, my candle shines
On dimly lighted Rooms of life.

J. Polo-Ramirez
Toronto (1/12/2009)