Darkness and Poetry

Here's a poem I wrote recently. I went back and forth on whether to post it, since it's kind of dark. I fully realize the need for balance, and the value of darkness. But there's already a whole "news and entertainment" industry set up to spread that message. Anyway, I decided to share the poem after all, since my Word of the Year is "create," and creativity can be inspired by a wide range of emotions and experiences.

To the Angel

Being human is not for me.
Is it too late to reconsider
This experiment in
Blood & flesh & bone,
Tears & fears & sorrows?
Yes, I know it is,
For me, caught in these
Everyday dramas,
Cautious creations,
Resplendent yearnings.
At night I dream myself home,
Back in the realm of
Light & joy & brilliance,
Where the mysteries
Are familiar,
The love is felt, always,
And I am not so
Desperately alone.