As my eyes open
The light deflects my thoughts
Like insects they scurry away
Leaving a trail of unfinished reflections
This is why I write so much better
When I’m on the verge of dreaming
In darkness and seclusion
Is where most of my ideas are born
Just like the vast oceans
Teeming with animals we’ve never seen
So it is the same way with my mind
In deep, dark solitude ― I prevail
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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