The pitch darkness
makes her stumble.
It doesn’t matter if her eyes are
open or closed –
the light is the same.
She keeps to herself,
keeps herself small
so that she doesn’t
end up with bumps and bruises.
she shuffles imperceptibly.
Her lack of confidence is
because she is
swaddled in uncertainty.
Her movement,
her thoughts,
are
stunted,
stagnant.
Her dreams –
vacant.
What ifs
keep her a prisoner
to what has always been.
She sits and waits for…
she doesn’t know.
She waits but
doesn’t know why…
an invitation perhaps?
An invitation to leave
the dark and
cross the threshold
into brave.
Will it ever arrive?
Whatever it is?
This waiting game
is draining life from her.
She crashes into the nightstand
and hears a
rolling in the drawer.
She grasps in the dark
and pulls open the drawer
and shuffles through madness.
Her hands find round, tapered.
Her heart skips a beat.
Is this what hope feels like?
Her hands flit around the item
and she knows, she just knows,
it is a candle.
She reaches into the drawer again,
in search of matches.
She finds a box.
She lights the candle.
Holds her breath.
And she can see.
And she remembers.
She remembers the invitation
sent long ago.
She remembers who she is.
Ahh, yes.
This is hope.
The small light gives her enough to see
and certainty takes root in her heart.
The small light is like a
spotlight on her soul.
It stirs dreams,
stokes hope,
and she believes that there’s
possibilities for her
beyond this smallness
that she has been relegated to.
The light reminds her
of her worth,
enables her to see
the door to the room
she has been shut in for so long.
She turns towards the door
with steps of purpose.
She turns the knob and
steps into brave –
taking the candle with her.
#PermissionGranted
Are you in the dark, friend?
Find truth, seek light, and remember that you were made on purpose, for a purpose.
Are you hiding in darkness?
Cling to light and step into brave.
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