My little oil lamp 🪔

This morning

I woke up on the wrong side of my bed,

And I reached for the little roaster

that doodled and screamed me to wake.

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As my sight became less blurry,

I realized my day

was clothed in abyssal darkness

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So, I lit up my little oil lamp,

With hopes and prayers,

that all my scares, anger, and sadness

Will become nothing but faded darkness.

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Yet, and quite oddly enough,

I find myself doing this every morning.

Darkness never goes away

It only becomes less visible

Because my little oil lamp shines

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Poet's Comments: Never give up because your morning seems dark. Remember! Until you turn on a lamp, the darkness will never go away