by Michelle Seyner12 May 2020
When not a shred of hope remains,
singing lets me slip my chains,
music is solace and salvation;
at least for a song's duration,
song and poetry are the twin wings
that get me through the darkest things.
May the thing that you love most
be a lighthouse on your coast
and get you through the darkest sea
- like I sail on song and poetry.
May your lighthouse let you know
where you are and where you'll go.
25 April 2020.