A Little Light

Today I speak to the room inside,

The words I hide, the thoughts I fight.

I reach for the things I used to love,

But every step feels out of touch.

My hands keep turning the good to wrong,

I lose the rhythm, I lose the song.

Still, beneath all I cannot explain,

A tiny spark remains.

I hate this darkness in my chest,

This heavy place that will not rest.

But far below where no one knows,

A flicker starts, a small light grows.

There’s a little light in the black hole,

A little light that calls me home.

Though the dark runs deep inside my chest,

I’ll hold that spark and do my best.

There’s a little light, still burning low,

A little light says, “Don’t let go.”

I may be broken, I may be slow,

But there’s a little light, and I know.

I watch the ceiling count the hours,

Rain draws rivers down the flowers.

The mirror shows a tired face,

Still breathing here, still taking space.

I don’t need answers for tonight,

I only need to face the light.

One small breath, then one more breath,

A quiet step away from death.

I hate this darkness in my chest,

This heavy place that will not rest.

But far below where no one knows,

A flicker starts, a small light grows.

There’s a little light in the black hole,

A little light that calls me home.

Though the dark runs deep inside my chest,

I’ll hold that spark and do my best.

There’s a little light, still burning low,

A little light says, “Don’t let go.”

I may be broken, I may be slow,

But there’s a little light, and I know.

Maybe healing won’t arrive like rain,

Maybe it comes in a windowpane,

In a cup of water, a morning door,

In telling someone, “I need more.”

The black hole isn’t all I am,

I’m more than what the darkness plans.

And if my voice begins to shake,

I’ll let it rise, I’ll let it break.

There’s a little light in the black hole,

A little light that calls me home.

Though the dark runs deep inside my chest,

I’ll hold that spark and do my best.

There’s a little light, still burning low,

A little light says, “Don’t let go.”

I may be broken, I may be slow,

But there’s a little light, and I know.