The sun dips low

The sidewalks darken

I frantically glance around

For any sign of light

But the sky

Steals it all

Every single flicker

Is gone within seconds

They all skip ahead

With their little firefly jars

While I’m left in the dusk

No flying insect in sight

The darkened sky

Dims every little starlight

In the depths of my

Newly hopeless soul

Like a broken seed

In a field of roses

My heart drags

My heavyweighted legs

As I teeter backwards

Then forwards

Until a little firefly

Coming from a jar ahead

Settles on my shoulder

Providing a sprinkle of shine

Boosting me forward

And calming my nerves

Because it all just feels

Like an endless path

Of hills and mountains

With no rivers or waterfalls

I long for a jar

Of my own lightning bugs

But deep down I know

This one little firefly

Will one day, long from now

Take me to a little field where

Daylight will be dipping

The grass in morning dew

And maybe that’s hope❤️

Sincerely,

Caralia🫶🏼

If we don’t have hope, I guess we rely on whatever we have left. Whatever we have left to keep looking towards.

I wrote this in a room, but it was inspired by when I was walking in the complete dark today to our car after leaving my grandparents’ house. And it was inspired by how tired I felt, and how hopeless walking in the dark csn be. But also by how helpful and meaningful a hand on your shoulder really can be in the dark.

Hope you like it🫶🏼