3 months ago,
I desperately asked for a chance:
Let me walk in the light.
I have strayed from the light so many times.
I made up excuses to assuage myself.
I ran and ran and did nothing.
The fervent wishing suddenly morphed,
Into a concrete understanding and belief -
I will walk in the light.
Suddenly,
The light behind the glowing molten door didn’t seem so far away and unreachable anymore.
I’m basking in the light.
Let me be the light.
The enlightenment transcends.
Heart opened,
A strange overwhelming desire engulfed me.
Can I really be the light?
For those close and near.
I will be the light.
I can be the safe harbour.
I can be the gentle moonlight.
I can be the silent sunshine.
I can be the invisible hand.
I can and I will.
So this is how almost dying feels like.
