A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

There are days

the sunlight streams in my window

to wake me, and yet,

I cannot see it. My mind

is dark, pitch black,

murky ink,

nothing like the daylight blue sky

everyone else is seeing.

I want to appreciate 

the sun kiss on my skin

but even the beauty tastes bitter.

I know this too shall pass,

but here and now it is dark.