I am an eager light bulb
At times I long to be held high
Owing to the anticipation of all the light I have to give
Fearful of flickering, of burning out
Before my brightness finds the hidden corners of a rapidly darkening world.

I am a wise old wall clock
The only way to hold onto cherished moments before time slips,
Most days, my hands are the only instruments I have to express myself,
To salute to the seconds falling away from each day I dare to face.

I am like the curiosity of a door.
Excited by the chance of life
Arms wide, achingly desperate to grab or hold onto the spaces between sunrise and sunset.
Most times, I pray the night creeps in to find me content.
Find dusty shoes of courage
Daring to take me everywhere I dream,
Wise enough to remember the way home.