beacon

beacon

i hope to shine golden
high and tall
blinking survivor signals

for those crashed and
tossed from the cliffs
of human cruelty.

lay your essence upon my
shore for a moment
weary traveler.

let my shattered soul suns
reflect on you
glory and divinity.

let my love be a golden
mirror. let it show you
only truth and never
shame.

One comment

  • I read your beautiful poem yesterday and the image my selves formed from it have sustained me all day. It is exactly what I needed. I have been feeling so low lately from chronic pain and this just warmed my soul.

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