Written by Greg Nikolic

|poem| The Light

“I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live by the light that I have.” — Abraham Lincoln

  • The light that dwells within every one of us
  • Is not a transient feature of this reality
  • Is not an ancient redimming of confirmed banality
  • It is the color smear of a verbal cuss
  • The light shining from our eyes
  • Marks time with delicate red increments
  • To our lonely detriment
  • While questions pour out like endless whys
  • The light imperiled in our very being
  • Seeks out a twin in another seeing
  • And grasps a shoulder that is turned in fleeing
  • And says it’s okay.

One thought on “|poem| The Light”

  1. Mystical but good. It makes me think of the age of enlightment. The era of the first sparks of the rebirth with in western cultural. Was it really a rebirth or pause on time of endless darkness until the spark of creative energy was rediscovered.

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