The Passage of Emotion

I see the light…. but I see
Only, the dazzling, beautiful light.
For it shines…so bright,
With mesmerising, shimmering intensity. So bright,
That I’m blinded and elated,
And I wonder, how I ever saw, the dark.

Light lingers….


But the dark will come again…
In a fleeting assault, moving…
Silently quickly expertly… And it’s…
Here. Before I know it…
And before I know it I wonder…
How I ever saw the light.

It’s dark in the house. So, I turn the lights on, and it’s…
Still dark in the house.
You can’t see it, but…
I can feel it.
It creeps up my back, crawls along my neck. It’s inside me and I’m trapped, alone…
Alone with it.

It waits….


I turn off the lights,
And it’s everywhere.
It’s inside my mind,
Inside every thought,
And I know it doesn’t matter if I turn the lights on or not, because…it’s my mind That’s turned black.

I scream.
Scream in silence…
For anything else,
Even for blankness,
For some immunity from this, this,
Dark Despair.


I wake….

The sun is shining through the curtains.
A golden silhouette has formed across my bed.
It tiptoes gently up to my face.
Its tender, warmth overtakes my body,
And I see the light.
And I wonder, how I ever saw the dark.

Light lingers…