The Dark Side Poem by Jerm Davitos

Unable to see.
Yes, my roots still finding their way.
Yes, my prayers still tickling Gods feet.
The dark still denying me sunshine.
To be honest I feel like it's making this depression an honor.
Unable to see.

Bending threads of light.
Stitching together time, patience, and a bit of growth.
Stitching up the spine of silence, why not move this way?
Before it's time to break through, show up and maybe out. Thank God.
It feel necessary to wine and dine inside this greatness.
Bending threads of light.