Rising

The sun rises once again.
Where did all the darkness go? It was here just a minute ago…
The night was all around me, I could feel its touch
The night surrounded me and I felt nothing afterwards.
I almost miss the finality of night.
I feel it seeping inside me and the fear of no light,
Slowly gives way to coolness.

The sun is back. You are the light. The light of my night?
No. It comes after darkness. IS it just my light?
And why should I share it with the world? Or do I?
Does everyone else see the light?
I see people walking in the dark.
I see people cold and empty.
How could they be empty when the sun is up?
They must not have seen it?
Should I tell them?
Hey! Stop! Can’t you see?