The Light

This poem is a thank you to the person that inspired me to change my life for the better

I sit in a field of shadows

A match in one hand and cyth in the other

The wisp of a sorrow wind through my hair 

As I shiver from the cold hands of death

A light appears 

You appear

Being of pure light why have you grabbed my scarred hands

Why have you smiled at this broken doll

Eyes of hope beaming with kindness 

As I walk behind you I see your goodness 

Your radiance fills the room 

Burning away every eye of disparity 

You are the rarity 

This infectious light,

Ignites the match in my hand 

Burning 

You smile 

And I cry 

These tears of joy streaming down my face 

Washing away the darkness 

As we embrace our light fills my mind

Your  light was like a candle in my dark void of mind 

Dim, but burning with all the hope if could conceive 

You are the light of my life that brought me out of the darkness 

I love you for that