You smell the smoke—
so what do you assume?
That I’m dying?
That I’m weak?
Do you think you know fire
just because you’ve run from it?
I don’t flicker.
I don’t beg.
I seethe.
What did you think light was?
A comfort?
A cure?
I don’t chase the dark.
I hold still
while it blinks first.
This isn’t hope.
What would I hope for?
Permission?
You don’t like what I illuminate—
so whose lie are you defending?
I never asked to burn.
But now that I do—
Who’s going to stop me?
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 2:25 AM UTC
You smell the smoke—
so what do you assume?
That I’m dying?
That I’m weak?
Do you think you know fire
just because you’ve run from it?
I don’t flicker.
I don’t beg.
I seethe.
What did you think light was?
A comfort?
A cure?
I don’t chase the dark.
I hold still
while it blinks first.
This isn’t hope.
What would I hope for?
Permission?
You don’t like what I illuminate—
so whose lie are you defending?
I never asked to burn.
But now that I do—
Who’s going to stop me?
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4665572/light-anti-darkness/
