What is Left of the Light

A bit of medicine. A bit more.
Not enough to fix anything, but enough,
perhaps to push past the darkness,
to find a focus beyond yourself
and live.

For that is where the living happens,
beyond the windows and doors,
in the midst of lives not your own,
bringing what is left of your light
and shining.

About this poem

Another of the never-ending “pushing myself past my morning depression” poems. Do they help? They help me, remembering why we fight the darkness inside ourselves.

A poem about the diminishment of age or brokenness, and living past it. Poetry is never about one thing.

Have a blessed day. Seize the light and share it.

Tom

PS: The picture was taken at the Hancock Shaker Villiage, in the infirmary