12 January, 2014


The floodlight washes my mind
With neuron sparks from its white
I am set afire; I think.

Like a mind cleansed after a good cry
Washing the cobwebs from the porch, I
Only am amazed at the light.

The tunnel of darkness was waded through
Thoughts were random and confused. They took
On a nighttime of terror, of sadness.

But as I crawled and scratched my way
I saw clearly what to do. It was the light
And from my darkness I was saved.

Copyright Denise A White

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