You gave me a torch to hold when we met. You said it holds promises and a sense of hope. You said it is a gift that you can only entrust to me. You believed in me back then. You believed I can hold your light for you, while you navigate through the dark for us. I should have known you only needed me for you to get through.
Perhaps it's time for me to pass it on.
YOU ARE READING
Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
