I used to live in a place where there was a Light
A Light that shined on me all the time
The Light was warm, safe, comforting and
I sought it often
Now that Light has been turned off
I walk in darkness
Feeling my way with my hands, my head and my heart
It is like being blind while still being able to see
I bump into things I had forgotten were even there
I lose my way a lot and sometimes
I am not sure where I am
Sometimes I trip and I fall
I am careful, though
I walk around those things that might cause me to stumble
I avoid those places where the chasms are deep, where I feel too much
Those are the ones that could cause me to fall forever
I noticed lately that there seems to be a little more light
A little more clarity, as I move through the day
Could the Light be returning?
Original poem by Suzanne Ballard, copyright 2010
