Abuse Hides in the Dark. Turn on Your Light.

at least

i am no longer a mess
but i may be becoming a new kind of
hazy. unpredictable.
but no longer unfortunate.
no longer in ruins.
edging out of the confusion
i dare look to a horizon i didn’t notice before.
like the old horizon, there is nothing discernible there.
nothing special.
unlike the old horizon, i want to walk toward it
instead of sitting here,
i like the new horizon
even though there is a possibility
that it too is nothing special.
at least it is not terrifying.