The Light Grows and Grows
That one little thing
You pass by
Could be everything
Something
Something you will not find again
That small glimpse of light
That piece of hope
That you tend to ignore
Because
You have given up on wishing
Dreaming,
Clinging
On to something so microscopic
The naked eye can barely see it
Just to watch it fade into
Nothing
Yet here I am
Yet here you are
We are eachothers
Light
And just maybe this time
We will hold on
To that little something
And finally that little something
Will blossom into more
Then just a small distant star
But a close burning sun
A sun of Faith
A sun of Renewal
A sun of Freedom
A sun of Love
A sun of Everything
We Have ever dreamed of
poem by Rachael LoudFingers
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