A slow glow pulsed beneath my sternum—
steady unwavering ancient
Not a heartbeat
A beacon
It turned gently
sweeping light across my hidden ruins
Every rotation illuminated a truth I’d buried
Nothing inside me stayed dark for long
Storms crashed against my mind
wild ravenous relentless
The light held—
not triumphantly but faithfully
When the night finally receded
I felt the beam settle back into rhythm
I wasn’t guided by something external
The lighthouse was mine all along