Just Enough Light

There is
just enough light.
To read, if you hold the book close.
To write.
Enough brightness to hold your gaze
and take in the sunlit scenery
as you sit in the all too familiar dark.

Just enough light to keep you alive
and seeking the doorway
to more, no matter how locked
it seems to be.

About this poem

Oddly, considering how dark that time was, even in the most dismal periods of my life, I never considered suicide. I am told that is rare, considering the darkness I lived in at the time. But I never did. There was always just enough light to make me keep going.

And here I am. A happy man.

Hold on to that little bit of light. Or maybe be that little bit of light for someone else. In the end, light wins. Love wins.

Tom

PS: The picture was taken in The Wilson House, an antique/book store where I once took a Colonial Cooking course Not far in Hebron, NY.