Scattered Light
For days without end my light was dim
Left battle-scarred by war within
Left heavy by this heart of sin
Left broken by the days begin
Though the warmth of sun kissed my face
I chose to wander in the darkest space
Watching the world in a flurried pace
As what was left all fell from grace
Held between palm and hand
I watch it fall like grains of sand
One by one without command
Until the dark in me could understand
The pieces left could scatter light
From every angle of every plight
No matter how the dark would fight
Each piece reflected hues so bright
I gathered all the shards to see
The beauty made from my debris
Yes the dark still stirs and calls to me
But the light within shall break me free
Copyright © Andreanna Escamilla | Year Posted 2020
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