By Emma Zwickel
I am a crack of sunlight peeking through the black shadow cast over your bedroom.
“Come,” I whisper to the head beneath the pillow.
“Where there is evidence of God, there is evidence of something more and
I’ve found the key to the Temple of We Know Nothing but to Love When There is Nothing but Love to Live On.”
And maybe that will never be enough to move your body, the soul that breathes fire into the hell you dwell in, maybe I won’t ever be enough to move you.
But I know you house a community within and when you stand, it swells and when you sleep, it slumbers beside you and even if I am only a someone in the potential of somebodies to number your fears in beauty, you should know that you’ve compelled me in the name of something more than myself to battle the difficult days and shoo away the ones that never mattered and that means something to me. You have meant something to me.
I am a crack of sunlight peeking through the black shadow cast over the corner of your universe and
in a single breath,
you have already illuminated mine.