Shape poem

His Flashlight
Shined through
My bedroom
Window. That
Was when every
Thing was good.
Even through the
Summer storms
He stood outside
Shining his light.
Without his light, I could not see. Without his light, I wouldn’t be.
Day break came and I got confused. I thought I didn’t need his light
Anymore. I thought the sun was good enough. I thought I could
Depend on it. I bought some window shades and lived on. Then it
Then it was the rain
That began to pour.
I looked for the shine
Of his light. It wasn’t
There. I thought he
Had left me, I cried in
Despair. And it was
Then that I remembered.
The window was
Blocked. My heart
Was blocked, my sight
Was blocked too.
I ran to the window
And tore the shades
Off my window.
He hadn’t forgotten
Me, he hadn’t left.
He stood through the
Rain and the shine.
I never again will
Block his light, even
if the sun seems bright.