Light is the warm glaze the sun gives off

Light is the feeling when a day has gone well

Light is the autumn leaf floating to the ground

It is not the wind whipping at your hair

It is not the feeling of dread when going home

It is not the mouthfull of sand I feel draining down my throat when waking up.

Light may be the girl in class with the perfect body

I am not light

Light could be love, holding hands when no one is watching

Light does not touch without consent

Light?

Light is the bird, soaring above the clouds

Light is the grain of sand in-between your toes

Light is the paper with an F

Light cannot be the lead engraved in your feet, dragging you along life

Light cannot be the bruise you got from your father

Light cannot be the heavy heart you carry

The light flickers in the dining room, it follows you through your broken home,

Trying to keep you afloat just a little bit longer

As you sink and dwindle through the sand. Trapped under something so light by itself.