Don't Kiss The Sunlight I woke up this morning Sitting in a pool of light Drifting through my window, Warming to the sight. I stared at flowers down below And lazy drifting clouds, The trees were stretching wooden limbs, And eager to grow out. I hugged myself and felt the sunlight Kissing at my skin, Caressing me with gentle warmth My soul with zeal drank in. Yet still I sat in darkness, For downtrodden was my heart, And no amount of morning sun Released me from the dark. I fought it, though, Slid out of bed, Walked over to the glass. I peered outside, my senses calmed By the verdure of the grass. I tried to smile and let go of the Thunder in my soul. This fire I couldn’t put out, For the fire had gained control. In that sweet moment all I felt Were gentle arms of light, Encouraging me to go outside and “Fight the darkness! Fight!” I turned away and closed the curtains. Fighting was too hard. Defeated, I returned to bed, The storm had raged too far.