Semler holds her tattered heart in her hands. She’s never felt agony quite like this. With “Little Light,” she attempts to work through the ruin and rediscover the light buried deep within her soul. “I’m on a roof in Massachusetts, slow and sick and less than useless,” she weeps in the opening line. “Blood thick as the snow below / If i fell from here, no one would know.”
Her words are broken glass, shards swallowed whole and leaving fresh wounds. Semler’s voice longs for the kind of love that you can only know once in a lifetime. “Wounded up in west Kentucky, less than broken less than lucky / Hopeful for a friendly soul,” she muses later on. Percussion scatters like a snow drift shifting in winter’s cold breath. Weary and swollen, the singer-songwriter bares her soul in a way few of her contemporaries do. She might be down and out, but she picks herself up off the cold, hard ground and lives for another day. That means something.
On Instagram, she writes, “For me it was all about finding a reason to wake up. It could be small. It usually was at first. I liked breakfast food. There’s a new episode of my show. Sometimes it was spite. Not wanting anyone to say ‘I told you so’ or read my diary. Mostly it was love. But any reason to stay was a good reason.”
Listen to “Little Light” below.
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