light

Sometimes the dark is scary.  

Sometimes its too much for me to handle.  

Not being able to see right in front of me is disconcerting.  

Hearing only my own breathing.  

I walk forward hoping only to not trip on a forgotten shoe or chair out of place.  

Another pair of feet meets me from across the room.  

Hands grab mine.  

Warm breath on my cheek.  

A hand on my waist.  

Now walking side-by-side.  

You'll have to lead me.  

I cannot see.  

It's dark.  

But you are Light.  

Your hand on my waist is Light.  

Your sweet smell in my nose is Light.  

Your guidance is my Light.