She said my word was beacon
A lighthouse
A signal for guidance
A source of light or inspiration
I had never considered myself as this
For so many years I had been the wayward ship,
tossed by the waves
I thought of all the storms in my life
The dark nights
The times I was caught in dense fog so thick
I never thought I would see clearly again
I thought of those who stood as that fixed point,
guiding me through those storms
And in that moment I saw a ship
Beaten, battered and tossed back and forth by the waves
And I was that fixed point
Standing steady and tall
My light rising in the darkness
Shining bright for that ship to see
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