The Light

A Micro-Memoir

I arrived in the midst of the night
willing to fight
and carrying the bright light
of longing to put things right.

Attracted to this light
was no other
than the fairy-godmother.

She restored my sight
so that together with the light
I could see
there is but one battle to be fought
only one fight to be sought.

It is the fight
against the devil in me.

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© Brigitte Franssen 2006
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