Small Mercies

(Fear!)

Black are the cloaks

draped over the thoughts

walking into the room

as I strike a match

against the wooden table

where I sit

(Flash!)

the gang of shadows

scurry back

around the corner

afraid of the fire

growing from a spark

into a flame

(Mercy!)

was the dark as strong

as it wanted to be seem

was my weakness

only a chance for the strength

of light to be shown