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

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 11 years and 3-year-old son, and at least for the next year, I’m on the right side of 40. (Both the interstate and existence, in years). I am a Tar Heel born and bred, and watch every Yankees game I can. My goal is to visit all 30 MLB stadiums in the next 10 years. I’ve been to 5 so far! Obviously I enjoy writing, but I also enjoy watching and reading sci-fi. I’m slowly attempting to finish my first novel, a “humorous” sci-fi romp which may be finished one day. I am a Doctor Who obsessive and choose Star Trek over Star Wars.

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