Glowing Hope
By Elissa Rosenthal
Glowing radiant hope,
touched my fingers with a tingle of electricity.
My heart bounded like a hamster,
wishing their wheel was an escape route.
"What is this?", I whispered in the darkness, and looked upon the orb.
I could still hear the drip coming from the broken pipe, from which I would drink.
The bruised apple with a piece eaten still laid next to the pile of abandoned misfit pieces I used as a bed.
The light was new.
To the world and I,
this light was new.
My mouth expressed a gasp,
as I saw that the light was coming from me.
