light.

To find it,
you must open your eyes.

You see it peeking beneath the door,
but it seems so far away.

Take a step,
just one.
Then another.

Soon you'll reach the door
where joy is pressing all around it
sneaking through the cracks.

Sliding your hands over the door,
it stumbles upon a handle.

You slump back down,
back against the door,
back against the peeping light.

Do you really want out,
it's comfortable in here?

You cannot see yourself clearly,
nor can you see anything clearly
nothing bad at least,
but also nothing good?

Nothing good.
Is it worth it?

You slowly pull yourself up,
cautiously turn the handle.

And the light streamed in.
You smile.
Beautiful.
Clarity.