Mefarer or My Light that Never Went Out
This tale is true, and mine. It tells
How I almost lost the light
I was certain I would lose my way
For it was dim at the end of the tunnel
I was imperceptive
And fell into eternal-overcast.
My very own homemade entrapment
Frequenting doom-and-gloom mentality, and I kept to myself
An ode to solitude
In a nihilist-niche
Some conscious souls found me wandering
Saw me heading down such a
Lonely lane
And I scoffed at them,
“Nothing matters and neither do I.”
They could not
Would not
Pick at this brain
To tell me what I thought I already knew.
Until they expressed more than that.
Though dragged into this long-sought recovery
I found my will
To be a glass
Half full- I would say
Filled with what I choose
I prioritized this aching mind
I cared for her when she needed me the most-
This self-care should be universal
We need to function at our bests
But that cannot be
When we are against ourselves
Internal-imprisonment when we sweep away: detrimental, destructive thoughts
We do not validate them as so until-
Our survival instinct sputters out
And our eyes are too adjusted to shadows,
To keep track of the light.
Despite everything, I became the optimist
This sanguine-sally-
She tells me there is a light
It does not flicker
It never goes out
I never lost the light, I never lost my way.