There is a light inside my chest.
It tears its way out, from behind my breast.
It twists and turns and manifests,
In ways I would have never guessed.
It climbs and spreads and finds its prey.
Keeping darkness in it's place, it permeates as it invades.
And soon that's all that's in this space,
This light, this love, I can't convey.
And so it shapes me, carves me, molds me.
And in the stillness quietly holds me.
Still reality breaks me, scolds me,
For hanging on to a love so lonely.
But this light, this love, it warms me.
From the inside, it changes me, calms me.
It knows me, and I am complete within it.
And that alone... is worth every lonely minute.
