Ambivalent Attachment

April 15, 2016

From the moment I could see light,

I didn't want your gaze fixed on anything

But the light in front of you,

The light in your arms.

Since then I've cried

And cried,

And I still cry,

But I cry because this light will only

Illuminate the room if you hold its light switch up

At all times.

Your hand might cramp up,

And you might get tired,

But if you let go,

Even for one second,

The entire room will be engulfed in darkness.

When you do let go,

If you do let go,

Within this small,

Black void,

You'll bump into the walls,

Trying to find the light switch.

You'll want to give up,

But what can one get done in darkness?

When you finally find the light switch,

You'll expect the light to

Illuminate the whole house when really

It only has the power to illuminate a closet.

You might get confused as to why

The light seems so dull,

Or duller than the last time it was on.

All you have to do is give the light bulb

A little twist,

And it'll shine as bright as it did before.

It all seems very strenuous,

Very unnecessary,

But you simply cannot live in darkness,

And this light cannot shine

Without you.

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