The lighthouse stands tall on  

Her own lone cape 

Shining out her light to 

The ever-foggy sea,

Guiding lost, lonely ships back 

Where there is safety 

Where there is joy and love, 

Where there is comfort and security.  

All while ignoring the silent 

Dilemma of her own structure, 

Unstable, falling apart piece by piece, 

Ready to collapse any second 

All the ships depend on her to be 

Tall and bright in the darkest nights. 

To face her own darkness would break 

The pillar she has placed for others. 

So she stands tall in the fog,  

shining her light as bright as can be, 

Denying the hope that, just once, 

Someone would shine their light on her.