The glimmering sparkle
That fills you up with hope
In a dark room
That feels claustrophobic and confined.
It stares intensely around the darkness
Washing a sense of fear over you,
Nonetheless, reassures you
Of your safety.
It envelopes you
Wrapping its strong arms
Round your shivering,
Shuddering shoulders.
The sparkle does not waver.
The sparkle does not shake.
The sparkle does not move.
The sparkle stays still.
Shine bright.
The light will always shine out
And save you when in desperate need
To find your way out of a pickle.
