I feel you there in the back of my mind.

So fragile and tiny; how do you still exist?

For days it seemed that you were gone.

But you've always been here.

Tucked awya in my attic, waiting.

Waiting for me to find you.

So once again you could show me the way.

Without you my life is dark and cold.

And I don't know where to turn.

But then you peek through all of my insecurities
and doubts like a tiny ray of light.

You help me see the good all around;
in peole, in the world, in me.