Half-Light and Other Dances
Do not imagine
that just because I live in the half-light,
that dark prevails,
or that I operate in blindness.
It is harder to see here in the falling dusk.
That is true.
But I can see enough to live and love,
and if my eyes strain,
my heart leaps that much more
at the slightest flicker of light.
About this poem
I am blessed. Depression and all. There is joy in my life and I will claim it at every turn. I’m hard headed like that. I dance even when I do not hear the music. Eventually, my mind catches up.