Strung lights
Raindrops hang from the lights strung out back
like pearls on an elegant necklace.
My gaze is drawn to them, delicate and shimmering,
contrasting against beige plaster and an overcast sky.
Incandescent bulbs reflect warmth into my inner man.
Melancholy subsides.
Like a slumbering child beginning to stir,
cheer kindles a fire within.
Hope flickers, lighting the way through the dark,
past looming shadows and disappointments.
We follow the light, unloading uncertainty, and regrets
like unwanted baggage on life's demanding journey.
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