Illness swirls around my mind,
how can I leave this fog behind?
Lights flicker dimly on the edge of sight,
beckoning through this constant night.
Faces I recognise and voices I know
sometimes stretch to me so far below-
but my mind is cloaked in dread and doubt
how will I ever climb back out?
By following the light
I hear you say-
and just then the sun rises,
and I sense the new day.
The stars fade recede from an echoing sky,
and I realise I never noticed just how high
the space stretches up above my mind,
holding anything I might wish to find.