The Light of My Soul

The light of my soul keeps flickering.
Sometimes, it shimmers, blazing bright. Sometimes, it dimly dazzles, a faint glow. Sometimes, it goes out, consumed by darkness.
I wish it could be more constant. But I know that cannot be.
I savour the days that it shimmers, when it pulses to the beat of my heart, when ideas flow and pens dance. I give myself comfort when it fades, fuelling the flame with music, meditation, stories. On days when I cannot see the light, I remember that kaleidoscope of colour, and know that the darkness can never truly suffocate my soul.