Poetry For Everyday People

Light Of Life

I seem to constantly
come up with light,
fire it up, somehow,
dig it up, soul,
survival,

I seem to always
find a light,
beneath an old wound,
a precious memory,
or just pure well man,

a dry rose between
two poems is like
a flash light
and two head lights,

get me through
the darkness,

get me through
my darkness,

as long as
there's light.