The Little Light
The light that stayed
No matter what life throws at me,
there has always been a little light
inside of me.
No matter how small it felt —
and let me tell you, it felt small —
it never fully went out.
That tiny spark was hope.
Hope that this nightmare,
that whatever life was handing me,
would not last forever.
Everyone has a story.
I won’t dismiss someone else’s pain
just because mine felt heavy.
Each individual’s story
is just as important
as the next person walking
this journey called life.
About the Creator
Maeleen-The Resilient Muse
#Weaving softness into survival
A survivor of life, sharing my stories through art, words, and animals… finding beauty and strength in the mess of becoming.
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