Light on the lake

A long time ago I tried to conquer the darkness but all I had to do was to find the light.
Is darkness the absence of light? yes, but even if the light isn't there, it will be somewhere else, as the sun always shines. 

Light on the Lake

I once let darkness in
not knowing how its tar-black threads
would tangle with my thoughts.
I fed it, called it friend,
and slowly vanished into the night.

But one day, breathless in its grip,
I cut the shroud, and through the tear
a sliver of light slipped in,
calling me to gentler ground.

I learned to dodge its shadows,
to see the snares for what they were.
I walked, I watched, I wondered
and one day paused beside a lake.

The water lapped in lullabies.
Snowcaps shimmered on its skin,
sunlight brushed across the waves
and beauty made me rise.

I danced with light upon the lake,
its silver soaking through my eyes.
The spark I sought had found me.
I held the amulet I’d missed.

That day, I let the light move in.
I didn’t know its quiet reach
could tune my heart to joy again—
but I appeared inside the light.