Little fireflies glowing at my window.
Smouldering tinsel in the tender light of dawn.
Noiseless in the aching wind.
I see you there.
Sequin-like in the fog.
Digging out of the heaviness of my bones.
Rising through blood and fear.
Gently unpinning head from heart.
Is this how change reveals itself?
A quiver of courage under the skin.
A tiny spark caught in the wildness.
An implausible strand of hope.
Fireflies untangling the threads of night.
This is how simple it can be.
An effortless pivot from darkness to light.
The unfurling whisper of a promise.
Clear, and waiting for the morning.