Light

It is said that the first thing we see is a bright light

One which often I could not again egnite

I grew angry and had  no grattitude

But, I could never hate you

For that light gave me life

Even though time and time gain I picked up that knife

I seemed like I was doomed to the dark

It had left me with a mark

Leaving a hole in my heart

I tried to fill it with beautiful art

Yet that light

Was no where in sight

Then there was you

It could not be true

You started something in me

Something never before seen

A fire

A strange desire

I no longer had to fight

Because you brought me that light

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