My Little Light

My little light
You took something from me
When your flame flickered out

You stole my inspiration
My drive
My patience for the drollings on

I don’t understand
How would-be fathers and mothers
Move on
Why they'd want to move on
From this aching
This ghost of a pain you've left behind

My spark
My murmur
My little light

Don't bother to return 
what you've stolen from me

But bring it with you
And present it at the gates

Exchange my suffering for joy
My tears for laughter

These empty pages for a song

Sing to me
From wherever you are
Wait for my kisses and my embrace

When we meet again
I will tell you all of my stories
I will hold nothing back
For our long-waited reunion

I will carry your ashen candle
Until I return to you

We will light it once again


From the Author

It has been a long time, readers. The songs and poems have been coming throughout my triumphs and hardships, but they’ve been stuck in my throat– it seems.

When you experience a loss, time seems to stop. It’s natural- whether your loss is sudden and traumatic, or whether you wake up one day to the realization that your hope and dream fizzled out of existence without your realizing.

Either way, life moves forward– in the way that it immutably does. This too, is natural.

With this poem, time has started up again. In this poem, I utter a new dream- to always carry with me, the last.

Published by The Poetry of Ants

I've been writing poetry since I was little. These poems have always been my means of resolving the world as it is against the world as it should be. Writing has been my great catharsis. I hope that you and I may be able to share in that.

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