My Lighthouse

I can see her now, alight in the city

A moving lighthouse, guiding me

Through a maze of unrelenting waves, hitting my boat

I’m barely keeping myself up

I could let myself sink, I could tip right over

I could let the sea take me to its abyss

But she’d never allow it

It’s her light that shines through the waves

composed of many faces

Until her light is all I can see

All I can think of

I let myself become warmed by it

I let it hug my skin

I could take it off for her

I could show her the fragile cage underneath

Breaking, crumbling at the beat of my heart

Beating to the rhythm of this love

I don’t mind, I want to show her it all

All of this ragged body, mind and spirit

She’ll bring it all to the light

No piece left untouched or gripped by shadow

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 22 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

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