I hate spring

I love waking up in the dark.
The darkness is telling me
that it’s okay. Everything will be alright.

What you can’t see, can’t be true, correct?

I don’t need to see the light.
I don’t need to be reassured,
that it’s what I need,
to make my way through.

To where exactly? 

I have found my way
and it’s my way.

When I close my eyes,
it’s as close to home
as I’ll ever be.