I am in this world
And I am not
I have this body
And I do not
I am present
I am nowhere
I am here
But not
I am present
I am a ghost
This is trauma
This is dissociation
The grey between
The black and white
I lose my way
To gloom within
Then light of day
Too dim by far
The dimmest star
The light within
So then seek I
A beacon bright
To light the way
A light without
Here I stand
On this thin edge
Of the cusp
Between darkness and the light
Witness to
An extraordinary beauty
I remind myself
The darkness is always present
Even in the brightest light
Its balance is available
I remind myself
The light is not too bright
Rather my eyes remain
Accustomed to the darkness
On a grey day
I learn gratitude
For lessons of darkness
Which made of me a man
Who finds light
In the littlest things
But for
A trickle of light
Filtered down
Through the depths
And for a time
On cloudless days
A streamer
Of brilliance
Reminds
A world beyond
This dreary depth
No chains
Confine me
No darkness
Destroy me
No isolation
Confound me
The light beyond
Serves to remind
The light within
Always burning
Always bright
Always connected
So that I
Am never in darkness
Am never restrained
Am never alone
I remind myself
It’s better to see
Things as they are
To see the dark
In the darkness
Formidable
Majestic
A divine grace
Nonetheless
Ultimately
Terrifying
Collecting virtual waves
Of indigo and azure
Lavender and cobalt
Refracted and reflected
By atmosphere and cloud
And a near-flat sea
Magic time and light
Conjures from the darkness
Invokes unlikely hues
With the flourish of a shutter
Reveals to all the world
And me
Pix to Words 