What Does The Light Look Like?

What does light look like?
What does real happiness feel like?
That picture, that feeling belonged to a version of her
Who she can't quite remember.

That version of her who was not afraid,
Who dared to dream and had a path ahead,
Who saw visions of a happy life,
A life lived on her terms, with no strife.
She was not afraid to be alone, because she knew alone did not mean lonely,
Where everyone just let her be!
She welcomed the light like an old friend,
And even if the darkness came, she knew light would always come back in the end.

And now, life seems like an endless night,
With no prospect of a silver lining in sight.
Every day seems like a painful chore,
The days going by like waves on a shore.
She's forgotten how to hope,
All she can dream of is escape!

Escape from the nightmare that is her mind,
She's forgotten what it is to be kind.
Kindness seems like an alien concept,
Especially when it applies to herself.

What does the light look like, she asks.
Life seems like an endless night, without the comfort of stars.
Maybe, someday, she'll learn to know the light again,
And accept both, light and dark, as lifelong friends.