Touched By The Sun

When darkness invades the depths of my senses,
Dreary becomes the night.
Gladness and joy bide beyond picket fences,
Outside my reach, within hindered sight.

Though I yearn to be doused in the light of hope,
The intruding shadow lingers.
I have fashioned the noose of this hazardous rope,
Let it tighten between my fingers.

Disdain for myself, -scorn for everyone,
Spoils my temper and crop.
If I am to flourish ever touched by the sun,
The madness must come to a stop.

A new journey begins with uncertain gait,
A course set for the light.
Beckoned by a more prosperous fate,
Resolved to abolish my plight.

How astonishing then, the discovery made,
Once I am set free,
The light that overcame the shade,
Came from inside me.