Dark

There's a room,
It's dark and scary...
The open door makes me more weary.
Why would I be invited-
Into this dark, scary room?

It's suspicious..
How should I know it's intentions?
But I take a breath,
In and out...
And began to walk in...
In my mind I feel no doubt..
As I realise my light is strong!
I know my thoughts are not wrong...
This is what I was meant to do,
My light fills the dark room..
Or a portion at breath,
Like a guiding flashlight.
But if I had more lights,
I could make the room oh so bright.