A dark thought weighed upon my mind
Wanting to take centre stage
So I trapped it in a black-ink bind
and set it down, upon the page.
It sat, alone, on a rigid line
in a lesser, naked form
A substance I could not define
That refused to bend and to conform.
So I wrote around the darkened stain
Where new ideas could grow and thrive
Until the shadow moved again
Gasping, wanting to survive.
When a dark thought weighed upon my mind
I refused to let it take the stage
For shadows are by light defined,
And wither when etched upon the page.