The Glim

Recently I can’t help but think about fireflies

As a kid, I use to catch them on summer nights, and put them in jars to watch them light up a dark room.

Contained, trapped, stagnant

Now I just wonder how scared they were. How awful that must have been.

Decades later, here I am, sitting in a dark room

Feeling confined

Contained, trapped, stagnant.

A jar of my own making.

I wonder how, even on dark nights alone like this, the fireflies still managed to light themselves up

You can call it a chemical reaction or just nature

I like to think it was hope

I like to think that when I close my eyes tight, when all else seems lost or far away,

Maybe I can glow too