Switch on the light, please

I always rise from a fall
From the floor I lift my bottom
Up this table
And from this table I stand
And reach this ceiling

It is dark and you simply sit there
Like a blind creature
Learning to live & even love
♥
This darkness

You keep telling me about your
Broken dreams
The walls enclosing you
The wails of the past
Screaming at you

Up here I hold this
Fluorescent bulb
And put it on the socket
On the ceiling and now
It is finally done & ready

To have light however
It is still you
Who must stand
Move to that dark corner
And then switch on
This tiny thing
☼

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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