On Letting Go

On Letting Go

I’ve searched the world to find a light,
to keep and call my own
and when it’s caught, I’ll hold on tight:
No thought of letting go.

For years I’ve hunted without fail
when on a hopeless night
I glimpse the trace of a star’s trail.
I trap it without a fight.

My fingers grasp this immortal blaze,
never to be freed.
This conviction shall not be swayed,
no matter how the star might plead.

Light squeezes through my blackened hands
attempting to escape;
but it will stay while I grow old,
to be entombed with my fate.