No matter the day,

No matter the day,

However bright,

I am still in the dark.

Even as the sun

Cracks the sky,

Sudden splinters

Painting clouds

Blood red,

Glowing embers

Spreading a

Morning’s warning,

I am still searching

For the light.

Reaching for the switch

That will bring

Me out of shadow,

And show me the truth

Of things.

Every day is a stumble

To find my feet.

Wrapped in the blind,

Groping for answers,

When questions

Allude me.

Thinking too much.

Losing momentum

As truth dawns

In slow reveals,

Showing the way

In retrospect.

Passing me by,

As the speed

Of light increases.

And in a rare moment

Of inspiration,

I rejoice.

For I am whole.

I have a voice.

And more by luck,

Than judgement,

I am in a better place

Than I have any right to be.