In Too Much Light, Nothing Glows

The same creature.
The same place.

In bright light — just an insect.
In the dark — something magical. Almost godly.

Nothing about it changed.
Only the light around it.

We always pray for light.
Good times. Easy days. Everything bright.

But in too much light,
nothing can glow.

Perhaps the dark days are not taking anything from us.
Perhaps they are the only days our own light can be seen.

In good times, we are insects.
In dark times, we find out we can glow.