The Lighthouse: A Poem by Helen Unwin

Updated: May 29, 2021

What good is a lighthouse that sits in the dark?

Admiring its bulb, but failing to spark.

For fear of shining too brightly and causing a stir.

And everyone seeing the power of her.

But dimming her light does not help the world.

The brightness inside her needs to unfurl.

Only when lit do lighthouses come alive.

Helping others see clearly is for what they strive.

What makes you so frightened to switch on the switch?

I’m worried they’ll see me and call me a bitch.

“Of course she shines brightly,” someone will say,