I see the light 

I’m crawling out

Because we all like shiny things;

because it’s the only direction

I know;

because in avalanche aftermath

sometimes up is down;

because sometimes people shut 

the door to crack a window.

I see the light,

I’m crawling out.


Really the significance is 


I have no clue where I’m headed,

But I’m moving there.

I’m crawling out. 


By Veronica Russell 



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