Here In The Dark

Here in the dark,

 I feel you.

My memory,

stronger than time.

And my habit of rising early,

suspended.

For I’m afraid,

to turn on the light.

Author's Note

words for the photo

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Sometimes there is comfort in darkness. In the wee small hours of the morning, that is when my senses become sharper. Turn on the light and you may see things you would rather not see. Nice little piece of brevity to get the mind engaged Cherrie.

Chris

[Cherrie L Bill]

I think that's true at times in life we try to put off the day, but even with the light off day will come.

[emmajoy]

Don't know if your words are true, in which case, would hold your hands if could. If prompted by the photo, your poem couldn't be more specific. It's terrifyingly sad. Fact or fiction, this post touches.

[Cherrie L Bill]

Pure fiction. I wanted to flip the idea of being afraid of the dark and put it with the need to hold on to the past.

[emmajoy]

The mind plays games that prove winning is in determined thought. Perhaps?

[John the Baptist]

Some memories, both good and bad, will not go away. Often they remind us they are still there in the small hours of the morning. Indeed, they can make us afraid to face life.

[Cherrie L Bill]

I wanted to flip the notion of being afraid of the dark, to being afraid to start the day.