Optimism
A bright light in the distance glimmering at the prospect of what could be.
Darkness slithers across the floor in tendrils of black smoke touching, ruining everything in sight.
And yet the light still flickers.
The darkness spews itself in many forms: sickness, greed, ignorance, racism, and much more.
The light seems to dim a bit, but it continues to glow.
The shadows become a wace reaching towards the sky, eager to consume.
The light seems to halt for a moment.
Then it burns brighter than before.
It uses all sorts of emotions as fuel: love, anger, fear, sadness, and desperation to continue shining.
It may seem small and it is only one light, but it continues to pave a way out of the grasp of the darkness.
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Poetry & Random Writing
General FictionJust a few things I have written and would like to have a place for.
