Kindling

I don't regret, not knowing.

Where on Earth, I am going.

I've lost my way a dozen times.

Got stuck in nothingness and loneliness.
I've worked harder every day, crawling out.

Out of this pit.

My light is not my own
I am kindling something
I am trying.

Trying to spark myself.
Trying to ignite what I may be able to give to myself.

Trying.

Post Script:

A reflection on not knowing, losing my way, and still choosing to try.

-With care, S.