Internal Light

She sits in the same familiar chair. An old chair. It's become too familiar she hardly notices it beneath her. The loud creaks have grown to be of comfort to her. It breaks the silence in the room. It breaks the silence she has grown to hate. A silence that encases her. She looks around the room, a room filled with pictures. Pictures with smiling faces she adores. The smiles fill the room, but she still feels a void within her. She isn't sad, but when she wraps the blanket around herself to take away the cold, she only shivers more. She knows of desperation and it's devious ways of burring chance and self-worth yet desperation lingers in the air. She reaches for it, but never grasps. The chair creaks breaking the silence. If only another voice could grasp her heart as easily as their hand could grasp hers. She looks down at her cold fingers. She's forgotten what it feels like to have another's fingers interlaced between hers, she's forgotten so much. A single candle burns in the room. Her eyes glisten as she watches it flicker and glow. It's as if the mere light was speaking to her. It was that single candle that told her it would all be okay not with words but with a state of being and radiance. The candle was alone within a big room and look how bright it shone as if it were trying to light the whole universe by itself. That's when she closed her eyes and learned to glow from within without a voice and hand to grasp. The light she beamed filled her void and at times, it helped keep all the candles across the earth from going out. A light like that can mask the creak of any old chair and it can make a night sky come alive..