By Yeshaswini Srihari
Lighthouses are beautiful.
They stand, alone by the shore
Guiding the lost to the light
Outshining the stars in the night,
But they never are called a home
They are never truly loved like a house
The memories they see are of rough seas
Of losing yourself in insecurities,
But no matter how alone
They always leave the light on.
Lighthouses are beautiful,
But surely in pain
Just waiting for the day
That a ship will take refuge again
And decide to stay
I wish to tell you,
That you are a lighthouse,
But you are also a home.
By Yeshaswini Srihari
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