A Candle at Midnight

Coming home to myself

My bags are empty

My eyes are tired

I’m wearing grey

There are ink stains on my tee

It has been a year

I've been trying to find the way

Back to myself

I see a golden light

I try to hold it

I watch it slip through my fingers

My cat stands in front of me

His white fur glistens

I follow him, my slow steps

We end up in a room full of sunlight

There are no curtains

I sit there and write

He curls up on my lap

I pour words into my journal

Like I always have

Since I was twelve

But this time, something has shifted

I’m writing not to escape myself

My words meet the page

Flowing between the lines

Waves in an ocean

The tide riding and falling

It’s midnight

I look out of the window

I can’t see the stars

There is no moon

I am home

I light a candle

And I write more.

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