Illumination

Darkness is a vile atmosphere.

Anger, obsession, anguish, and sadness fill the air.

You can't see the elements themselves, but they linger in the atmosphere; in the air.

The spot on the floor welcomes me. It's where I belong; it's where I'm comfortable.

The next thing might have been weeping.

That's when she comes.

What is she to me?

Am I in love? Sometimes I suppose.

She's a savior more than anything else.

The darkness in the atmosphere gradually disappears.

Along with it go the sorrow, anger, and obsession.

It gets replaced with light, and the elements within light.

I'm happy and optimistic.

The doubt has been replaced by hope.

And it's all due to a pair of listening ears and a kind heart.

The floor where I wept banishes me.

The next thing might have been hope.

Hope amidst my happiness, even to remain there when I'm surrounded yet again by darkness.
Is it love? Is she love? Sometimes.

But more than anything, she's a savior. She's my savior.

She illuminates the dark.