To Love a Light

Strange it is, to love a light

When darkness rules my glee

I am not sure I know this sight

As I’m not sure I’m me

For in the night, when all is dark

How does one know the day?

How does one love, when hate intact

Berates each shining ray?

Viktoria Nikola


7 responses to “To Love a Light”

  1. Very poignant and beautiful poem Victoria. I find your two questions so strong.
    Well, the day you remember and also it is clear because you see the dark.

    Hate and love don’t go together so we should send hate packing. 😊 . It is destructive
    and non-creative.

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    • Yes hate is definitely destructive. It’s just an interesting perspective when you realize how much negativity surrounds us and yet we choose to love. This is of course admirable and beautiful, but I sometimes wonder if we know the true meaning of love, unhindered by the negativity we see everyday. Just thoughts really – I don’t know the answer :). Thank you so much for reading and pondering with me.

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