the lighthouse

Poetry isn’t usually my thing. But a few lines found their way onto a notebook page the other day and I figured, maybe they belong here too.

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i was asked to hold the lantern high,

to be the lighthouse,

to cast the light.

but my hands were shaking,

and as night gave way to day,

the light went out,

and i lost the way.

only then did i see,

it wasn’t them i was trying to save.

it was me,

afraid of the dark,

pretending to be brave.