The clouds gathered dark
and kept getting darker
every day,
every night.
I searched and searched,
and looked some more,
but couldn't find
that spark of light.
Why was it elusive?
Hiding away from me?
What did I do
to deserve so much dark?
What made it
push my life away
closer to the darkness?
Did it like playing with me?
Or was it unable to see me
in the pitch black?
Either way,
it became very difficult
to walk without light.
So I looked within
and saw a sliver.
It could become
the torch I wanted.
It looked like
it will do.
It will help me
become the light
I needed the most.

© Ishitta Nigam
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