Monday, April 1, 2024

“Maybe I can shine, too,”
wonders the child
with a firefly
trapped under glass,
eyes ablaze in possibility.
Yet even as their little hands clasp
those glowing prison walls,
they leave the darkness unplumbed.
Yes, let the light
move you, my loves,
awe you and lead you forward,
but don’t forget
the scared, trapped creature,
that cloud of twitching apprehensions,
who sits in the cavern of your belly,
begging for the rush of fresh air.

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love notes
a ritual to start the week