I am comfortable in my house
I know where everything is
things get misplaced but I somehow find them again
I have the lights turned off you see
wondering around, feeling the furniture and walls
I climb the stairs
and bump my way down them again
I can tell you where everything is
if you happen to call on me
but if you do
I may just hide
in the dark
behind my sofa
If you visit, then please....
refrain from turning on the lights!
they shine in my eyes
and show me things that are best hidden
like the crack in the wall that needs filling
and the cobwebs in the corners that need dusting
I'm not afraid to sit alone in the dark
I'm afraid of turning on the light.