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Epiphany
Thank you
For bringing me
Here.
For the epiphanies
Flipped on one-by-one
Like a string
Of
Christmas lights.
Each small
But,
Taken as a whole,
Illuminating,
Bringing joy,
Lovely to look at.
I
smile
Thinking of how each small part
Makes sense
Of
the bigger hole.
A
string of lights
Leading me
Down the
Right
Path;
Helping me
Find
My
Way;
Like luminous breadcrumbs.
If
I ate them,
One by one,
I
would be lit
From within.
This writing life
Used to be
Dark
Like the Christmas lights
Kept
In
the box
For most of my life.
A
tangled mess
Hidden,
Shut away
And not thought about.
Sometimes I’d try
Plugging in my lights
But
They remained
Dark.
Having to
Replace
Each
Bulb
One
At
A
Time;
Painful;
Hard.
Not worth the effort.
Had to buy a new string.
Try again.
But,
At
first,
I
tried the cheap set.
Worked for a while
But when one light blew,
It
took the rest with it.
Change directions.
I
take the time
To
find the best string
Research,
Think,
Weigh the options
To
find the best string.
So
now
When one bulb goes,
The rest stay lit
So
I can
More easily
Replace one bulb at a time
Yet have enough light
To
find my way.
Maybe
I
can add
more strings
in
time
and,
eventually,
I
can light the way
For those around me
Now,
I
will be like those people
Who leave the lights strung
All year long
Outside
On
the front porch.
But I will be different.
They never turn their lights on.
I’ll never
Turn
My
Lights
Off.
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