It’s flickering, keep going

We are alike to these lightbulbs

Each of us shines brightly, more than the others

We emit different colors and presence

To each our own, we thrive to be different.

Among these glimmering lights

There are a few who lost their spark

The fire has burnout

And time took its toll on us.

I was once the flickering light

My bayonet was bruised and rusted

The glass is broken, barriers cracked

And all my fuse have gone out.

But someone once told me,

“You’re flickering,

Keep going.”

And I did.

What I illuminate was myself,

What I set alight was a torch.

Through that, I set a beacon,

A guidance is to reach what is beyond the dark.

The fire was lit,

With the darkest times ahead I would only know

To look deep within again,

And find someway to engulf my dying heart;

For that, I lived, I survived.

Many years have passed,

I witness another whose ember began to fade,

I lean in and whispered to them as someone did

In the hour of my greatest need.

“You’re flickering, keep going.”