When it is your turn…

I know it is hard for you —
I see that you falter,
even squint a little from the glare.
When it is your turn,
will you stand in the light?
Will you allow the orange embers of the fading sun
to light up your eyes?
Maybe you find comfort in
the familiar dim of the shadows
that you’ve come to know as home.
Light is a colour
that suits you my friend —
When it is your turn,
will you make it your own?