The Smallest Light

Like stone, my heart feels heavy in my chest Rainclouds overhead mirror the haze that permeates my mind Marked by silence, the path I walk is worn and narrow A forgotten heart left behind in blissful ignorance The worn and narrow path once shared, now all but forgotten Bruised, but not broken, I will myself to carry on Like autumn leaves, one season falls away into the next Faint, but steady, the smallest light warms deep into my soul The stone lifted, I walk in silence, but never alone