When there’s finally light at the end of the tunnel
it’s hard not to run toward it with abandon
letting the bright light sear your eyes and ruin your vision
until all you can see
is blissful white nothing
but if you approach with care
and let your eyes adjust slowly
you won’t miss a single thing
and the sight of the world on the other side
will only be blinding in its beauty
light
a drop of paint on the floor
how does anyone perceive the world
with its painfully vivid colors
neons and primaries
acres of wildflowers
auroras and galaxies
a blistering explosion of the spectrum of light
how does anyone see such glory
and not collapse
under the weight of it?
Cassie Writes 