The Light Shines Upon Us

By Taylor Pool

The light can be blinding sometimes, but it fills the whole world with warmth. How it brushes my cheeks as the tears of sorrow and terror stains my face. The warmth of the sun feels like it is beaming its rays on every single one of us, both, the good and the bad. The warmth is what helps me survive the chaos that I am currently caught in. A banging sound erupts the quiet, broken house. I rush across the room trying to make little to no noise at all. I spot a small book that my momma gave me when she was in one of her good moods. I run over and pick up the slowly decaying book while my heart begins to beat faster and faster. As I make my way back to my bed, a crash sounds from outside the bedroom. I cover my mouth, as to not let another sound come out or the tall, scary monster would come in the room. With my heart in my throat, I go back to my bed, and I hold onto the one thing that keeps me grounded. At the end of every day, as my momma brought me to my room, she would say “the world is cruel”. She said that the terrifying and sinister monster was mean to everyone because he, himself, was lost in a sea of violence that he probably wouldn’t be able to come out of. Why would she believe that though? The man whose hands were always warm, who had a smile that would light up the whole room, kept me company as the bloodcurdling screams of the monster kept me awake during the quiet hours of the night. It was strange because the man that sat by my side was the man that I read about all the time in my little book that momma gave me. He was everything that the book said, and he made the darkness of that small room light up like the twinkling stars of the night sky. He was the light that would chase the shadows of the dark away. The darkness may try to swallow us, but the light will be the guiding hand to take us away from the dark. The light will shine upon us soon.

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