by Brianna G. Harte
When you’re surrounded by disaster
With buildings crumbling like alabaster,
Look to the lighthouse illuminating the night
To remember the good that comes after the fight.
You’ll eventually land on a shore, far from home,
That may seem scary, but escape the dome
That keeps you from exploring that new land
Because you aren’t going to be held by the hand
When the waters are rough and you wish to grieve,
The comfort of the past you will have to leave.
Just look to the flow of the lighthouse on your travels
And be part of your life when it starts to unravel.
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