Flickers of Wisdom

The lights go out in the darkest hours, 
Just at the greatest point of real need,
Sometimes the wants obscure the power
Of what is good and what not to heed,

The darkness is destroyed by the glow from within- 
Which shines when the inner suffocation begins-
Belittled and diminished self recognition causes-
Self disappearance in the chaos of violent forces,

Warm fires provide sustenance in landscapes of bitterness-
Frozen paths are only made passable by what you know,
Weak flickers of wisdom are obscured in the wilderness-
By shadows of size which need shades of ignorance to grow.

J. Bibi