Back To This Poem by Airda Jones

Back to staring at
The wall all over again
But now they seem
To have an actual end
The white is coming
Back into the blend

It's not consumed
With the dark shades
That I once saw
Confronting my face
There seems to be a tint
That has taken its place

At times the shadows
Come out for a time
But when it brightens
Then they hide behind
And I discover a brightness
I can call all mine

Still staring at the
Same old wall again
But now they finally seem
To have an end.