the mirror

Falling,

Falling,

Falling  farther still.

Just when I seem
To have reached the
Darkest,
Deepest,
Most Unbearable,
Point of my life,
There is a light.

A light.
So bright,
And yet,
So soft.

It shimmers in brilliance
and at the same time,
It bathes me in warmth.
I have found the will to believe again.
In the light
I believe

There is
Light
In my world
Once Again.

That light,
My sweet friend,
Is You.