I am alone in the night;
utterly alone.
Darkness surrounds me;
infinite, impenetrable.
The feel of the ground
beneath my feet
is my only anchor.
In my hands,
I hold a bit of light.
The soft glow
warms me
and fills me with life
but extends no farther.
It does not break
the barrier of black.
I search around me
and even look to the sky,
but light exists only in my hands.
I am scared to move,
afraid of what I'll find
if I go one step
farther into the night.
Yet I still desire
to find another bit of sunlight
that shatters the dark.
I decide to await
the rising of the sun
and let the coming of day find me.
My feet remain planted,
and my candle of light
makes no move
to further penetrate the darkness.
I wait,
and yet the day does not come.
Time slips away,
but no other light joins mine.
When forever has gone by
an infinite number of times,
my resolve wavers
and then crumbles.
Feeling the warmth within,
seeing the light in my hands.
I uproot myself
and take a step
into the night
and another...
and another...
and another...
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