The Darkness

The darkness shall not win.
It clouds my eyes to the light.
I cannot see the good and noble and pure anymore.
I can see humanity still.
Broken and bruised but striving.
Striving for the ....
the what?
The light?
The hope of the light?
The idea of the hope of the light?
The smile on a loved one's face?
Hope always remains.
Hope is that part inside that screams FUCK YOU! at the darkness.
Who do you think you are?
You can't take me down!
You hit like a bitch!
It is what they can't take away unless we give it to them.
And it's hard
so hard
to get back when it's been lost.
The darkness will lie.
Distort.
Make you believe that the light has gone out.
Hold on to hope still.
Grasp it firmly with both hands.
Hope is the pilot light of our own light.
Tiny flicker in the dark.
But when we add faith and determination
it can turn into an inferno.