Light

I feel those self destructive thoughts creeping back up on me,
like tendrils of darkness creeping in on the daylight of my life.
is it apprehension that brings it
or is it simply the cyclic nature of my life?
No matter, i must battle them,
but where is my wand. . . my patronus,
is it locked in my soul
or is it trapped out in the world waiting for me to find it?
am i looking for the ultimate happiness?
No simply a torch to hold the darkness at bay. . . . . . .
LUMOS