My light is your darkness

Maybe contradicting a post previous, but I have had time to think since.

*Maybe for me the light is the darkness, Maybe I don't wish to find the light for fear of what I may find*

I remember walking fromi Plymouth hoe, two hours,

I remember feeling nothing but pain,

I remember getting to St Budeaux, but felt nothing,

I remember heading into Coop, I wanted a drink of water,

I remember heading to a shop, I wanted tissues,

I left in tears, the owner of the shop, saying *have a good day*

I remember going back to Coop,

I remember seeing a family, I remember breaking, at this point my heart had given in,

Walking to the tamar, seeing a perfect family,

My soul surrendering,

A blokes voice calls out, *Are you OK*

I yell yes, I am just going to the bridge,

I see him reach for his phone, I inwardly laugh,

I walk towards the bridge, as I turn,

Everything turns white,

A fade into comfort,

No Fear, yet nothing remembered,

Bad times are dark, so they say,

So why did mine turn to white,

I no longer know what's good nor bad,

Your reality is different to mine,

Yet who's to say what is right or wrong?

My moment into light was my darkness,

At what point does this become a battle with reality?

When everyone claims the darkness is the bad,

yet for me, the light dropped me into a place I simply cannot comprehend

Your darkness is my light,

My light is your darkness,

I am confused, yet so clear

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