I want to be that light.

I want to be that light. By Amy Codrington.

I want to be that light.

There are no words to describe the sensation I get when the sun melts softly into my skin on a winter’s morning.

There are no words to describe the rush of warmth I get when I open my blinds and the light tumbles in.

There are no words to describe how my heart sings when I look up at the sky.

That feeling, that indescribable feeling, sensation, long to hold that light, for just a moment, that’s the feeling I want to be. 

I want to be that light. I want it to consume me.

I want people to look into my eyes and feel loved because there is an unshakeable, inescapable warmth shining through them, loving them.

I want people to come to me when they’re afraid, because they know that I will walk with them through the darkness. I will share my light.

I want to love with such passion and brilliance it’s like I’m an exploding star, setting the sky ablaze every evening. 

Yes, I want to be that light.

A poem by Amy Codrington.

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