We saw the beacon, if such
things exist, standing defiantly to
the horizon, offensively colorful
as the sun gophers, marking
another day.

Morning has a way of seeping
into those dark spaces we, reluctant to
reveal ourselves, place in the shadows,
tucked away in rabbit holes
tumbling away.

And still we aim higher, above
the lighthouse, above even the horizon,
as we, inspired by the beacon
beckoning through it all, aspire –
ourselves – to rise.

(c) 2019 Phillip Scott

Written in response to the Pic and Word Challenge over at This was fun! Check out more:

Photo credit: Patrick Jennings

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now!

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