Returning Light

Every now and then a shadow of chaos creeps forth and

catches me off guard, seeking to steal the brightness of my days.

Leaving surprising casualties in the wake of its endeavour,

it wrestles for centre stage. I watch

powerlessly as the shadow grows - blackening until all that remains is dark.

So heavy is the night that I stumble beneath its weight. Yet the eclipse

ends swiftly, for light always returns, bringing relief with contrast so stark.

- This is an acrostic poem using the letters in "eclipse". Thank you for reading.