Hello Darkness, My Old Friend

All the stars twinkle

in the vastness beyond me, 

but also in

every corner within.
It is the birthplace of my sorrows, 

my overwhelm,
and my underwhelm. 

I forgot to hand in
that paperwork which will 

surely ruin 

my daughter's future

I am not put together neatly, 

more haphazard
sophisticatedly disorganized, 

but hopeful.

I watch myself dazzled by the twinkle, 

instead of attending
to where the holes are disguised by the Dark.

So, I step in shit constantly 

and continue to love myself 

a little bit more for the bruises,

yet reproachful,
lest I forget, again, 

where to step next time.

I just want to lay down on 

the soft moss of evening, nestled
against the warmth of 

what contains us all.
I also want to push my fingers 

through the surface of what 

MUST BE 

a moreness to discover.

I am not looking for the Light 

right now.
But, goddamn it!
I wish the nighttime could be 

more haven 

than it is.
It's like I can't get close enough to the real 

darkness of comfort to rest.