It's strange--
When I think of darkness
as a sentient cloak
with kisses soft as fluff
and voice hushed like wind,
with an understanding attitude
willing to use its body as
a fortress to protect me
from the cruelty of the outside
   I see the light as something negative
   I forget the Sun is trying His best
   I forget He does not mean
   to shed light on unfortunate things
   He's just trying to guide me
   to warm me
   so that I may start again
   hands out and ready
   to push myself up after I fall
   though His rays of light
   may sting my eyes
   I adjust
   and keep going