Still It Glows

In a small room,
on a quiet night,
a tiny light is flickering.

The world is far away,
the windows are closed,
and there are days when I cannot see tomorrow.

Even so,
deep within my chest,
something is burning.

It seems like it might fade,
but it does not,
the light of life.

People hurt others,
people betray,
yet even knowing that,

I choose,
rather than doubt,
the path of believing.

Still, I want to believe
in the light within people,
still, I want to believe
in the morning that is born.

A soft flame
illuminates the heart,
life is burning,
gently and strongly.

With trembling hands,
I write these words,
so as not to let it end yet.

Fear,
and loneliness,
are right beside me, but

I will not be swallowed by darkness,
I will not be ruled by anger,
I will not
let go of myself.

Deep inside,
the light
is surely breathing.

Strength is not for destroying,
it is for protecting,
silence is not weakness,
it is a chosen stillness.

Still, I want to believe
in the light within people,
still, I want to believe
in this fire of life.

A soft flame,
even if it flickers, it does not go out,
life is burning,
gently and strongly.

The deeper the darkness,
the more visible the light becomes.

Even if anger stirs,
I choose

the light.

Still, I want to believe
in the light within people,
still, I want to believe
in the tomorrow of this world.

It will not fade,
I will not let it go out,
with a gentle flame.

I continue to
stand today