Welcome to October. It has tiptoed in quietly again, a gentle tap on my shoulder, as if trying not to startle me. But I jump anyhow. And find myself twenty minutes late to catch the sunrise.
torch bearing quietly
I will not act out, will not yell or curse or slam doors, will not make a scene -- you do not deserve such a chance to make an example out of me to be proven right since you are not. Instead, I'll stand at this street corner, raise my hand high and clench that light which yet remains. It will burn brightly, quietly, fiercely before fading as I. Then I'll be gone but found.