Nothing Rhymes With Lamp

it’s once again the time of year
where shadows sap away all cheer
where light is dim and mostly grey
and energy is sapped away

but this year I have got a friend
a shining beacon which will spend
each morning checking I’m okay
and chasing spoons that start to stray

as if each day I’d gone outside
and looked up at the sun, wide-eyed
taking in all its healing light
so I can keep fighting this fight.

alright, you might just be a lamp
but honestly you’re quite the champ
without you I’d be grey and dour
amidst the winter’s growing power

so thank you, box of bright sunshine
I’m very glad that you are mine.