Flickering candles

Something is happening inside of me like a light turning on in the darkness. I squint because it’s so bright and not something I’m used to. Butterflies are in my tummy and my lips part a little to grin. Is this a glimmer of hope that I’m feeling? A candle’s wick silently flickers dimly, in the living room of my heart.

Author: Katestrawberry

I am a published author and writer/editor available for hire. I create abnormal, strange, and sometimes slightly erotic poetry. Crazy Girl. Creative Genius.

One thought on “Light”

  1. I love the reference of the living room of your heart, because heart is where the home is.🙂. I told you with every storm comes a rainbow, we just have patiently wait for the clouds to move for the sun to shine through… see the light.

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