The Little Light Inside

My thoughts, the very same you used to love,

Now twirl like the first November snow,

Erasing the existence of the path you paved,

Allowing the little light inside to glow.

My shadow, the very same you left for the dead,

It knocks on the glass until I lose my grip.

One day the rays will rid me of the memories

And bring ease into my fingertips.

My neck, the very same you wanted to snap,

Now bends under a gentler touch.

You branded me too demanding to love.

Turns out I did not even ask for much.

-Jackie