Protected, a poem on nyctalopia

The day sings farewell and the night
Takes over in glittering orange lights
I look at the road as light plays over
My body as it sits, typing this poem

My mind reminds me of the times
When I knew the fear the night carries
Restless eyes seeking comfort in
Guidance of tiny sparks of distant lights

I wait for the voice that, all knowing,
Calms me and whispers I am well
That speaks of being safe, protected
I turn my face left and smile at my man

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