Lamp in my Closet

There’s a lamp in my closet that I switched on

When we moved here, when the world shook again, 

“I will not turn it off,” I said. 

A vigilance, a fight, a warring for light

I will not give up. 

But I am so weary. And I need a nap.  

Good mothers always leave the light on. 

Is that true? 

Maybe there is a greater light 

Than my tiny 40 watt lamp

Maybe it’s not mine to keep it lit

Maybe the fight is actually sorrow 

Maybe there’s a Sun that shines brighter

Maybe my little light can grow dim

Maybe Yours is more than enough. 

Maybe You’ll let me know when I wake up.