We are what the light touches,

Shadows and all.

Falling under no thrall,

Relying on no crutches.

We are what the light can’t see,

Triumph in our bad days.

Supporting you and me,

Seeing out our plays.

We are what we hold dear,

Trinkets and loving memories.

Love under oak trees,

Grasping at tears.

We are what we let go,

Ghosts of self doubt.

So we can learn to grow,

And have our shout.

…

I love you baby 🖤