Often, the only path out of darkness is the refusal to submit to blindness, to accept light from new sources.
The Dark envelops me as the sun sinks away.
Sunsets only satisfy with promise of future days,
The whole world casts its shadow
and I can see nowhere to step.
So accustomed to the Sun’s warm embrace
warmth through my face and soul,
laced perfectly between my fingers.
Turned back on the Night.
I had my light
Why settle
for its pale reflection?
Perhaps there is comfort in darkness.
The stars,
swallowed by the Sun,
never gone
but lost
Found.
My eyes now have strength to see
ground beneath me.
Step on the grass kissed with Frost.
Nothing gold can stay…
I cling to hope that this a lie.
But either way, I can settle
for silver.
Whether triumph of the eyes or something more,
I see a glow.
Break of clouds or break of dawn,
Both can light my way.
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