everything reaches for light
is the absence of it
or denying you need it

of the most magical
is light which beams
from the broken parts of humans
from the cracks of their soul

dust particles following trajectories
towards your vision
finding their way not through your retina
but burning into the back of your
heart cortex

some hearts are punctured, are supple recipients
they’ll take any glimmer, any sheen
others are rusted shut

light doesn’t discriminate
and will offer itself to both
i found myself dark in the past
because i chose

the prejudice was not against others
but against myself
miserly with light
i had no cracks
and no one saw me

that is not what my father taught me
not what my mother showed me
that is what society veiled me with
vulnerability is now my illume


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