Bag of bulbs

by Sableshade

When shame begins to gnaw,

These words become switches

Little sparks in the dark

A memento, all for you


A little something, not medicine

Not some bandage, a bag

The bulbs you hide aside,

Time to look; look again


You can destroy the motion

You can deflate it

You may strangle them down

You might bat it away




You can save small things

You can use each piece

You can prove it rightly

You can still choose


Enviousness is not an eclipse

Support isn`t setup caps

Love bends like hate

Plans change, like folk


When you look in shame,

Look at the four walls

Peer your progress; believe it

Those expressions, light bulbs now