Darkness
A friend from California sent me this poem, thinking it reflected the "metaphorical and literal darkness" of my situation. Well said – I agree. Enjoy.
We grow accustomed to the Dark--
When light is put away--
As when the neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye--
A Moment--we uncertain step
For newness of the night--
Then-- fit our Vision to the Dark
And meet the Road--erect--
And so of larger--Darknesses--
Those evenings of the Brain--
When not a moon disclose a sign--
Or Star--come out--within--
The Bravest--grope a little--
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead--
But as they learn to see--
Either the Darkness alters--
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight--
And Life steps almost straight.
Emily Dickinson
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