My Light

my light 
comes from

rainbows
sunsets

lightning
and stars

yet lives
inside

a dark
dark box

inside
that box

my light
makes fire

it warms
my nights

and days
and will

one fine
day blaze

into
the sky

its home...

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"I wrote my first poem at 14, to struggle with a loss...
It's been a way of working through crises ever since.
But it's also become a way of celebrating moments (hence my love of haiku),
and exploring our intense feelings.
I haven't sought to publish my poetry since
I was in my early 20s... Now, I simply want to make it
available to whomever it was given me for."