In the deep darkness

this little light

casts shadows bigger

than the possibility of death.

Sometimes the gloom

is best left undisturbed.

Illumination only increases

the magnitude of nightmares.

This is why we lie to children.

We say you can be anything

you want to be. But we know

the actual possibilities

are so much less than infinite.

In the dark before dawn

the little ones build delicious

desperate dreams, extravagant

gossamer schemes held together

by hope and whole milk.

There is always room

for beautiful delusions

when you cannot see

how fast the walls

are closing in.

We break so easily

in love and darkness.

You spend 10 years

trying to kill yourself

only to realize in the end

that what you really want

is to live.

The little light winks on

somewhere in the deep

and by its glow you finally see

just how far you have to go.

12.07 | unpublished