Look to the Lighthouse

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.

Copyright © 2017 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.


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