Words by Dawn 11/11/18
Light on the stage
With the pages so bare
Exposed and waiting, longing
Not belonging in this leather bound book
The spine cracked
Still waiting
Words taunting
This face still haunts me
Bare, bound, encased yet exposed
Where’s the flicker
In this room
A small spark of light
So slight
So fragile in this space
It burns, it snaps
A crackle to the wick
It burns
A flame so small engulfs the shadows
Nowhere to hide
Nor need to abide
A light
A seed
So young
A forest yet to come.
