What is this light that follows me?
It was not invited; it invades my space.
It tries to lure me out of my comfort, that deep dark place.
This light brings hope when all I want is despair.
Why does it follow me? It does not belong here.
What I want, what I long for, what I desire is the night.
This light will not take me, not without a fight.
It is the blackness that seduces and beckons me.
Light be gone, perfect darkness is all I can see.
by Latashia Figueroa