The Candle Light: Lording Over Nothing
Grief isn't clean. It’s a messy, visceral wrestling match that takes over your body and upends your spirit. It’s the agonizing space where sacred devotion meets the everyday ache of an empty stomach and a broken heart. In this piece, we dive straight into that double-minded twilight—where letting go feels like a physical wound, and waiting for healing is the ultimate act of endurance. Here is a raw dispatch from the garden gate. The Candle Light: Lording Over Nothing You were the light, I was the candle That burned bright. But you left me When I needed you The most— In that garden, The gate near the school. Now, I loathe food. It seems yucky— Even ice cream doesn't taste good. Everything's stuck. Still, I chase your image, God in Human form, Lording over nothing— Now so difficult to see. I sought everywhere, But your sweet face Was nowhere to be seen. I rested only with memories, Wrestling all night In double-mindedness. Love told me to let you go So you could come again— B...