Powerhouse

I bathe in light that has travelled the world every day.

At times, I remain dressed modestly and retain my darkness within. How can the light favour me, if I refuse to absorb the stories it carries, till they become a part of me?

When I bare my soul and listen to the light, it takes away a part of me to other worlds, to enlighten someone else, in some other unheard geography or culture.

I need that opening in the wall, even if I end up facing another wall. When I am receptive, I become a powerhouse of energy.

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