Inspired by some poetry I have read recently, and my own less-than-enjoyable experiences after Hurricane Wilma, I present to you a poem.
This is for everyone who has ever spent some time in the dark.
Remember
After the lightning and the howling winds
How they said,
Don't bother.
It won't work.
No point.
Remember
That you had hope and you had faith
And you knew it would work because it was what you wanted
And when you flicked the switch and banished the darkness
They all said,
Coincidence.
But you knew the truth,
and it made you strong.
Remember
Flashes of light and thundering guns
And no one has anything at all to say,
Because they fear you, and what you were, and what you will be.
And you think that they are right to fear,
right to fear.
Remember
As you take your first steps out into the day.
And your foolish, stupid, desperate, dwindling hope
Crumbles into dust at your feet.
Because you know the truth now
and it has brought you to your knees.
There is no switch.
There is no magic.
There is no light.
There is only you, in the dark.