It’s the villain in me That sets me back, That forces me to give up Or give in.   I see the darkness, Not the light. I see hopelessness Not the flickering flame That may be in sight.   She steals my courage, Leaves me trembling with fear. How I wish I could put up a fight, But I choose to let the villain stay.   This villain She’s controlling, Not accepting, Resisting inevitable change. She introduced me to overthinking And negativity too. I can’t live my life Allowing this villain to rule; I’ve got to let her go.   She still visits, But I’m trying: Choosing to be the person I want to be. Writing my own shining story.   I 'm participating in the weekly Blogchatter Bloghop challenge. 

    I’m something that you desperately miss during a power outage. If you’re a bookworm, be it natural or artificial light, you can’t do without me. I’ve been around since the beginning, ever since God said, “Let there be light.” I travel fast, faster than you running to catch the last bus. You humans adore both the natural and artificial me. I’m in the functional light bulb, tube light, and streetlamp. It’s the gorgeous me in the chandelier and lamp. You love me dressed in gold at dawn and in weaves of silver at night. I live in the stars. It was I who guided the three wise men to the stable where the little babe Jesus was born. I can shimmer like auroras, glow like fireflies, and strike like lightning. You’ll see me twinkling on the Christmas tree and in the steady, tranquil flame of a diya. In fact, Diwali is also known as the ‘festival of light’ because I symbolise good and drive away the darkness of evil. How do you love fireworks? It’s just me strutting my st...