Blind

I see the light, bright and positive
we should be grateful for the day
sloping grey lines on cupboard door
the blue sky blinds my hurting sight

And in the painful illumination I hide
covering my eyes cowering beneath
the closed lids of fear from the past
dreading the hours that bring the future

As shadows fade into their brotherhood
of evening darkness then my sight returns
to witness the day in death throes returning
to the night awaiting its rebirth
Tomorrow I will not be blinded by light
I will arise with the new born hours
steeled by despair and the longing for
a relief, I can be light in the dark.
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