There is a soft light there

Bleeding through the darkness.

It pulsates in a way.

Everything, the surroundings of it,

It’s all very black.

Ink.

And where am I?

I’ve lost myself again.

I am in a dark city of ashes

And shards of glass

And lost belongings of people

Who are all long gone.

There is a pull on me

To get out

Even though I feel like I deserve to be in this place.

And there’s the light.

It’s found me again.

It never seems to lose me.

And I’m glad.

The sleepy pulse of light glows,

Beckoning me to follow.

And so I do.

It’s a firefly.

And it’s here to stay.