Good Night

To find His light
I made my own dark.
Although I’d been assured
It was extinguished some time ago
I continue on.

I move through my dark
By touch, by smell, by instinct
By fear, by hurt, by doubt
By bruise, by cry, by blood.
I continue on.

The universe expands or contracts
Its entirety contained on a black board
Marked by white scratches.
I continue on.

I am not discouraged that the sun sets
Or by that same treacherous sun’s return.
Light, dark, dark, light, neither illumines
Nor conceals my way.
I continue on.