Written March 28, 2007 as part of a creative writing course with the thoughtful and caring teacher and writer Paul Belserene.
I was in a place so dark.
And I’m afraid of the dark.
It felt cold and deep and lonely.
Sporadic flashes of light hinted
And then suddenly I was outside.
Just in time for the beauty of Spring to touch me.
Smells, sounds reaching me.
Standing with my eyes closed,
moved to feel the birds’ songs.
Thankful beauty can touch me again.
Wondering when the last time was it did.