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.
