Needing the Light

I sit in the dark needing the light. Pretending I am content living in sorrow. The blinds could be opened Changing the course of the day Bringing light and Love into a bleak place. One gentle tug and the forest sun will brighten everything Bringing rainbow light into my life. My soul begs for me to begin. Three hours later here I sit in a gray place staring at a ridiculous I-Pad Which has brought me no joy in hours; a hostage to my own laziness.