There has always been an accompanying light
Like a small, glowing lantern floating along
While the dark took me prisoner again and again
Determined that I was meant to struggle alone.
At first, I thought it was only mocking
Watching as I climbed and fell and climbed again
But I learned to trust in the presence of light
As a landmark to guide me back home.
I know I cannot prevent the catastrophes
When life is a tedious gauntlet we must run
But I take heart in the warmth of that steady glow
To guide me when my soul loses sight.