Open to the Light
Even in my darkest hour, there is light.
My eyes cannot see it at first.
They need time to adjust.
Then, they find the shapes
that mean I am not alone.
They take in the beauty that
still surrounds me every day.
They rest on things that make me smile.
They open to the light once again.
The prompt for this poem was "darkest hour."
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