Light

Walking through a field of darkness,
through a land destroyed by drought.
I see a light on the horizon,
I know that it can get me out.

Closer to the point I wonder,
its radiance painting me with white.
But once I reach a certain distance,
I turn myself away, in fright.

Although I know this light can save me,
raise me above this sullen field,
I act as though I do not need it,
letting false hope act as my shield.

And then as quickly as it started,
that brilliant light becomes consumed.
Its healing power has saved another
from this field of certain doom.

What was this light that I’d let by me,
that changed the sky from black to blue?
That only being that could have saved me,
that light, it turns out, it was you.