The darkest night, the lightest day.

One night,
I sat on my bed,
I knew it was time,
The options were running through my head.

That was the night,
The one I thought would be stunning.
Because I’d finally given in,
I was done running.

I had the knife in my hand,
I was shaking so bad,
I looked out to the darkness,
But it didn’t seem triumphant, just sad.

I looked away quickly,
Wheels turning in my head,
I decided that where I actually died,
My blood would turn the mood red.

It would shine,
Evil and bright,
Pouring out devious,
Blood red warning light.

People would hide,
People would cower,
Frightened by the sky,
Yet awed by its power.

I couldn’t help it,
I looked again,
But I felt no fear,
Like I was looking at a friend.

I closed my eyes,
Knife poised above my heart,
I let the tears come,
But I was ready to part.

The door opened,
A boy comes in; his blue eyes seemed gray,
He said to me,
"Don’t do this, wait for another day."

I dropped the knife to the floor,
And I hugged him,
And I looked out the window to see,
The mood was now full, and no longer dim.

It seemed to smile down at me,
To tell me he was right,
That it wasn’t time to end my life,
At least, not tonight.

The next day the sun was smiling,
And it seemed to rise faster,
If only I’d known,
It was preparing me for disaster.

We were walking downtown,
When he went across the street,
He was hit by a car,
Knocked right off his feet.

I ran to him,
And I cried,
And I called 911,
And I stayed by his side.

I knew the truth,
It was time to move on,
It was over now,
He was gone.

I looked up into the sunlight,
Only to see,
It wasn’t actually smiling,
But smirking down at me.

That night,
There was no one there,
No one to stop me,
As I wallowed in despair.

I pressed the knife to my heart once again,
And I shoved it in deep,
But I needed to look outside,
Before I fell into a never-ending sleep.

The moon was out,
But not shining bright,
It said it was sorry,
I said my last goodnight.

And so, you see,
Light is not the equivalent of good,
Just as dark is not the equivalent of bad,
As thought it would.