The Light We've Shared: A Letter From My Floor Lamp (A Poem)

This poem is a letter from the perspective of a black floor lamp that was gifted to me by my mom and traveled with me to many apartments from the ages of 22 all the way to 37 across the United States.

And this is from the perspective of this lamp,

A letter and poem.

Welcome home,

Shannon.

You have arrived.

Exhale.

Welcome to Topanga.

Light shall enter here.

I am home.

You have brought me here.

From Crooked Creek Drive to 37th Street to 646 West End to Riverside Drive to West Hollywood to Culver City to the Santa Monica Mountains and Topanga Canyon.

I have been a reliable source of stability and light.

Always positioned in a corner,

Stoic and flowing,

My black steel leaves and branches reaching upward as I hold the sweet koala bear from James Wellesby in Australia from 2001.

My,

How we've traveled and traversed.

You may not know it now,

But this will be my last three years with you.

Our final home together.

Thank you for letting me be a stable fixture in your bedrooms and spaces for all these many years.

I have loved watching you grow and glow.

My,

The things I have seen,

Effort,

Tears,

Heartache,

Transformation,

Lovemaking,

Dream waking before our eyes.

I am amazed at what you have cultivated and how your soul has been illuminated.

Keep writing,

Keep loving,

Keep seeing,

Keep trusting.

We made it far together.

And I will share light for a new someone now.

Someone who needs some warmth and sight.

But always know I am with you and carry the light we've shared.

You carry the light we've shared.

You can be someone's strong,

Steady lantern now.

I'll be seeing you.