The Weight of Light

I understand your moody seasons.

I know why you have to be yourself, why sometimes it’s gray.

Night, I know intimately,

we’ve shared countless cups of coffee.

Colors are all chameleons,

not even light is constant,

dying out all day long,

gasping for breath, choking on shadows.

This white shirt under black light

shines the truth between reality and illusion.

Or, how the light of an entire universe can be

snuffed out in the glow of a single streetlight.

Still, you rise like Hope itself every morning

to prove you have not given up on this world below.

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14 thoughts on “The Weight of Light

    1. cottonbombs Post author

      I had a snake fall from a tree and land at my feet in Thailand. Snakes don’t just creep and slither, they rain. Best to open your umbrella, they’re expecting showers, with a chance of snakes.

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