Afterglow

Darkened is the mind's vision when grieving
Crawling about, looking for luster.
Unsure of your purpose, you try
and mend the pieces-- clinging
to the fragile idea
of logic, reason.
Vision finite
in the fog,
anxious.
Stop.
Rise.
Aware.
Start to try,
pick up pieces.
Scatter the ashes
of foretime's misgivings.
Discover the remains-- see
light reflecting on those dispersed
by the storm. Discard decaying dreams.
Brighter is the light that has seen darkness.