Who Am I Without Your Light?

you look at me and I am holy.

a brethren at the feet of my altar,

a love song spoken aloud for all to hear,

a whisper of grace from heaven,

sinking knees, and tears like prayer.

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you look at me and I am a goddess,

one you can’t believe stands before you,

glowing like an ethereal star,

impossible, and yet—here.

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when you look at me like this,

the world stills.

I become more than I am.

less girl, more sky.

less wound, more wonder.

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your gaze cloaks me in light.

I forget the parts of me

that unravel quietly in the dark.

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but will you love me,

when the light flickers?

when I’m no longer radiant,

but restless, tired, unshining, real?

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will you kneel when I falter?

will you pray when I am silent?

will you stay…

when I forget how to be divine?

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