The Little Light

No matter what life throws at me,

there has always been a little light

inside of me.

No matter how small it felt —

and let me tell you, it felt small —

it never fully went out.

That tiny spark was hope.

Hope that this nightmare,

that whatever life was handing me,

would not last forever.

Everyone has a story.

I won’t dismiss someone else’s pain

just because mine felt heavy.

Each individual’s story

is just as important

as the next person walking

this journey called life.