I got so used to the rain
that inevitably accompanied
a low-hung head;
irrevocably poured through
a foggy mind;
out my bloodshot eyes
you were so unanticipated;
I even grew to like the rain, or
perhaps I too easily trusted that
reassurance in a
feeling of
being
but now I find it in sunshine.
in you,
I've unraveled resolution;
contentment;
Life
though I still
tremble through trepidation and
am stricken by amaurosis,
I absorb your luminosity,
& darling,
you're the brightest thing I've ever seen;
you're my sun