poetry

Light

Everyone's door has light up ahead,
So why does mine fill me with dread?
Not even a speck of light underneath,
I guess sometimes it's better to weep.

I wonder how it feels,
to see light so bright,
To feel its touch,
In the ugly night.

But my door is black,
and leaves me with no hope,
Leaves me with such fear,
That I begin to choke.

Choke down the tears,
that begin to consume,
Choke down the sadness,
that angerly looms.

But when I open it,
with intense hesitation,
Tell me why,
after my hyperventilation,
That I see a light,
So bright it hurts,
So warm,
and so loving.

The light that looms,
does not make me weep,
not even choke,
or put me to sleep.

It fills me with happiness that I once knew,
and to this day,
I hope you open yours too.