the sanctuary from life’s storms,
the radiance to guide me to safe shores.
But you were always cold,
frozen over,
motionless,
trapped in the ice.
I used to tread carefully not to disrupt,
the fragility of your thin,
precarious layer of icy skin.
A fool could wait forever,
longing for the day
you might shine the light
you’re supposed to, onto me.
But I was never lost.
And I could always see in the dark.