Tonight I held light in the palm of my hands.
I tried to capture it, it slipped between my fingers.
Weightless it danced with ease as it moved from my palm to my forearm.
The shadows darkened, almost engulfing the stray light now on my finger.
Its fragility highlighted by the growing darkness.
As the last of it is finally swallowed in darkness I struck by how much light is actually in dark rooms**.
P.s There is always light, we might not see it we might not feel like it's there but there is always light. Somewhere no matter how seemingly small.
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