James Ramsay
The Lighthouse in a Child's Heart
I carry lighthouses in my heart, not just in the sea.
You don’t forget the first time someone steals a promise from you. I believed in the lighthouse. I believed in my mother’s yes more than the clouds or my father’s voice. But time—time is the real storm. I hold both of them inside me now, like a fire and a flood. I still don’t know which one I’ll become.
What I'm Into: my mother’s shawl, the lighthouse across the bay, silent rage, Cam when she doesn’t argue, Lily’s paintings that don’t finish
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