You are my light therapy.
My eyes are strained, so I gently pull back my eyelids in order to have a
moment of relief.
I do this again and again.
I need to rest in your warm light.
I turn on my bedside floor lamp.
It opens my eyes unlike anything else.
Now I can go to sleep.
Then, as scenes of what could have been or my anger towards others play out
in my head.
I imagine your voice telling me what you always say.
The way that you say it.
That there is no place for anger.
That I am wasting my energy frowning.
So I relax my face for a second time that night.
But, now the lights are out.
I think about how much my heart breaks when I do not have patience for the
ones that I love.
You remind me that it is immoral to be so angry.
And I wonder, what does it mean when someone is so familiar.
I cannot help but reflect on the beauty of your voice and face.
It is so comforting even in the worst moments.
