Where there ain’t no light

Miss Lucy I wish I had your night vision.
Oh…you want to be a dog ? Doubt that.

Not really…well sometimes, that’s another story. Sometimes the journey gets really hard and I just don’t want to go on. It’s so dark and I can’t seem to find my way through the heart of my darkness.  Any advice, Lucy?
Sure – remember when you read me the poem by Langston Hughes? Let me read it for you this time.
Mother to Son

Well son, I tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.                                                           
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
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