daytime

i want to write in the daytime again

late nights only foster my apprehension

each preface a sign of grief

restless, i’ll stay awake as they drift to sleep

i want to write in the daytime again

words to flow from the end of my suntanned hands

i want to run again 

into the arms my future 

not away from the past 

i want to be festive again 

to notice the cheerful noise that was once my anthem 

i need to sit in solitude

to find comfort in the silent sound of my own thoughts again

& when i do, it will be familiarly bright

even if the light is initially blinding, heavy eyes weren’t made for night vision

i’ve been writing in the daytime again. 

i know i’ve been delayed.

but as the sunlit hours grow longer, one last late night helps me realize darkness wasn’t meant to be mine.