I look Up,
See a Light,
I Reach for It,
And It slips away.
I follow It,
Drawn to the Light,
Grasping Desperately,
For I am Afraid,
Fearful of the Dark.
When, Finally,
I take Hold of the Light,
I look Down,
See My Shadow has Grown,
For Darkness Feeds on Light,
And Light on Darkness.
How, then...