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Without light.

Heavenly light
Pouring through the sparkling lens
Of my window.

 

Dancing rainbows
Of light
Against my brow.

 

I always thought I was too
Undeserving of heaven,
But I realize I am too strong.

 

For hell,
Because I could never be the nightmare
Or monsters who broke me;

 

I have no remorse for being who I am—
So many people have tried to drown
Or water me down.

 

I am the mountains, flames, and tempest
Of heaven;
I refuse to stay on my knees.

 

When I was born to walk, swim, and fly—
I give both flowers and thorns
Because i am both light and darkness.

 

Yet I choose the spark of light every time
Because without light darkness
Wouldn’t be so beautiful.

Linda M. Crate

Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. She is a two-time push cart nominee. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has six published chapbooks. She is also the author of the novel Phoenix Tears (Czykmate Books, June 2018).
Linda M. Crate
Linda M. Crate

Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. She is a two-time push cart nominee. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has six published chapbooks. She is also the author of the novel Phoenix Tears (Czykmate Books, June 2018).

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