Don't Kiss The Sunlight

I woke up this morning

Sitting in a pool of light

Drifting through my window,

Warming to the sight.

I stared at flowers down below

And lazy drifting clouds,

The trees were stretching wooden limbs,

And eager to grow out.

I hugged myself and felt the sunlight

Kissing at my skin,

Caressing me with gentle warmth

My soul with zeal drank in.

Yet still I sat in darkness,

For downtrodden was my heart,

And no amount of morning sun

Released me from the dark.

I fought it, though,

Slid out of bed,

Walked over to the glass.

I peered outside, my senses calmed

By the verdure of the grass.

I tried to smile and let go of the

Thunder in my soul.

This fire I couldn't put out,

For the fire had gained control.

In that sweet moment all I felt

Were gentle arms of light,

Encouraging me to go outside and

"Fight the darkness! Fight!"

I turned away and closed the curtains.

Fighting was too hard.

Defeated, I returned to bed,

The storm had raged too far.