Me

Wonder what is seen in me

Is darkness a sort of light too; a dim one

A chance light perhaps; like the sparkle in my eye

Or the refresh in my endurance; washed to mean something.

I’m certainly not light for seeing

Or light for direction

More a type the blind would use for inspiration

Illuminating experiences by way of human example

if I’m dead inside what did you ever see?

…the unlived gleam of potential