Where the Light Finds Me

For what feels like an age and more

since death came knocking at my door

dark clouds encroached and enshrouded

my heart and soul, hope was sullied

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The ache in my heart, the constant ache

reminds me about you, without a break

I wonder how long this ache can live

I know... something has to give

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Old adage of darkness and light, remembered

solace can be found in perspective rendered

differently from the way I have done

as I feel the warmth of a new sun

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Casting the start of a new day on my skin

I... I pay no heed to the loud outside din—

I press on forward now with hope, not backward

understanding that a new day's its own reward

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: I decided to take a non-literal approach to the challenge for my first entry. This piece is about the weight of grief — something we all carry, and something I’ve felt deeply in recent years. It’s about what it means to sit in the dark for a long time, and then feel the light of a new sun finally break through. That quiet turning point — not a victory, but a reminder: you’re still here. Still living.

Here is another of my current Summer Writing Series entries: