Light Cannot Be Hidden By Darkness For Long
But if it, then it becomes wasted and useless
Light cannot be hidden by darkness for long
We are each like a pen
That has life within it
But doesn’t look like it on the outside
Instead they look dull
With sharp tongues
Ready to challenge to a duel
Whoever tries to touch them
Or peel their external skin
We don’t know
That unless we are exposed like that
We can’t be of much use to anyone
Much less ourselves
If left unused
The ink that’s within us
Our lifeblood
Will also run dry soon
And therefore render us further useless
Except as perhaps
An object of interest
To look at
But touch the cover
Try to open it
And suddenly
What is inside is revealed
The pen not only becomes useful to the one
who touches it
and brings out its purpose
It also does an amazing job in writing words
And drawing beautiful illustrations
We are each capable of a writing a fabulous story here on earth
And that’s not all
As long as there is ink within us
We can keep writing and gifting the world
Many many wonderful stories with colors
The light that is inside each one of us
Is waiting to be released
Each one a different color
A different story
A different rendering
Is waiting to escape its prison of darkness
And when it is looked at with interest
When it is examined like that
And its cover lifted
Then the light within each one of us
Will be not only exposed
But render the pen that is us
Much more useful
Much more capable of producing light to the whole world!
But this light inside of it
Can also quietly die out
If the pen is left untouched
Is not looked at with intent
Is not handled with interest
And care
And opened very slowly
Carefully
Deliberately
To be not just admired for its beauty
But to release the light within it
And render it as it was created to be
And that is
To be of use to the world
To tell its story
And that of others
Like each of us is here to reveal
Think about this
Peace ✌🏽 


This made me look at myself like, oh… I’ve been sitting capped this whole time.
All that ink waiting, pretending to be decorative, secretly drying out from lack of use — that image hit in a gentle-but-urgent way. Light here doesn’t want applause, it wants movement. Touch. Purpose.
Left this feeling like it’s time to twist the cap, make a small mess, and let the story start leaking out on its own terms.