A Lighthouse

A Lighthouse

by Gillian

The place I call home reminds me of you.

A silent sweeping beacon of light in the distance, giving hope and promising comfort.

I wish I'd known that you were leading me straight into the roughest tides, where the fog is thick, the waters freezing, and the wind harsh. Straight into the sharpest rocks. The sweeping light moved on, to shine on someone else, leaving me alone in the dark, to find my own way through the rough and icy waters.

Sometimes I wish I'd never seen that light at all.

But I'm not sure who I'd be without it.

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