The Light Willing

I strode out into the light of day

Though it was mostly blinding me

I pushed aside the filtering clouds

And I thought that at last I could see


But the light that shone wasn’t up to par

It had a tinge of disquieting gloom

It enlightened my face considerably

But barely illuminated my room


So in blindness I hoped that I was surrounded by light

I looked away from the corners of hopelessness

I drove ahead and rounded a corner

But the spotlight was unexpectedly less


So I turned off the bulb and lay in it’s absence

I watched as the sun drew its light with itself

And soon the reflected light of the moon was nigh

And I surrendered my hopes to the shelf


I curled into a ball for a restless eon

For it always seems to be forever with doubt

I hesitated to uncurl and expose myself again

When I knew that the lights had gone out


But hope remains in the old box at the bottom

Of the closet where my sheltered dreams accumulate

With a whisper of chance that someday, perhaps soon

They’ll come out and it won’t be too late.


Barbara Blackcinder

About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a hunger for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and especially mine when you read those from me.
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3 Responses to The Light Willing

  1. Thanks Alex. Sorry I didn’t see your comment earlier. Barbara

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