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You see the light in me

And you’re drawn to it.

Like a moth to a flame.

It feels almost electric,


Some even confuse it for love.

But this isn’t love.

This is lust.

Lust for light.

But you forget,

There is light within you too.

You don’t need mine,

But you don’t know how to get to yours,

So without realizing, you keep trying to take mine.

This is where a vicious cycle begins,

If I too am not aware.

The role of a light worker is to help others awaken to their light.

But we must protect our own,

Never giving so much of ourselves that it dims us.

We are meant to shine fully,

Radiate like the sun.

Every single one of us.

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by Ilona Bartnicki I've lived most of my life as a caged wolf. Fed, bathed, given warm blankets, basic needs well met within 4 walls. The only taste of wilderness was moonlight through an open window.

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