The flickering light of the bulb is enough,
the tiny sparkle of the star in the infinite darkness of space is enough,
the attic light,
the hallway glow,
the nightlight for kids,
the cigarette lighter for adults,
the flame that burns inside,
flamed by thoughts of success,
surrounded by thoughts failure,
no matter how weak, how brittle, how beaten it gets,
if it can give you even the slightest of warmth,
it’s enough,
if it can keep another’s light going,
it’s enough,
if it can fuse with another’s and cast a long shadow,
it’s enough,
if it keeps the body moving forward,
it’s enough,
no matter how slow, how painful, how stubborn the movement is,
it’s enough on its own,
you’re enough on your own,
the attempt to keep it going,
is enough,
for the attempt is all we have.