Light (2)

And I’m the light behind the veil,
That’s always shining through.
And, though it’s thought I’m bound to fail,
In fact, I never do.

For luminescence is the stuff
Of which my being’s made.
As such, I always have enough
Of that to never fade.

And, if a shadow ever falls
Between the world and me,
I’m like a one who soon recalls
That they can’t not be free.

And then the light I’m made of gleams
And throws off incandescent beams.

Photo by Anton Darius on Unsplash

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