Light

What happens when the system malfunctions?
What happens when all the lights don’t turn on,
And absent are the ones most needed to see?
Within those blown fuses are realities too hot to remain lit
Next to all the bright bulbs, filled with opportunity.
Happiness that hangs from a wire, plugged into the wall
My heart fits snugly into my brain.
And holds on for my life.
Unknown are those futures, those of the light and of the outlet
Will something obstruct the power or stretch the chord too tight?
The blinding light may make the ceiling cave,
Or one day tire out the most resilient corner
These fears are the storm
That makes everything flicker and everyone hold their breath
Waiting and praying that by the end of one exhale
The room will be bright again
And the previously unseen will surface and resolve
“The morning after the storm is always brighter than the rest”
What about the day after that?