Dark, Dark Darkness

It's a dark, dark pit.
The darkness frightens,
but then that slightens,
and lessens.
Being in the dark so long,
the fear ebbs away.
Teasings of light are subliminal.
They remind how painful the dark is.
they bring back the pain itself despite being light.
When it's gone, and the darkness has settled,
it's easy to get used to.
It's hard to stand out and eminate self-light,
self-strength, so things settle into "getting used to" mode.
"Make do" mode.
Unaware of how harmful the darkness and lack of ability to shine through is.
Although, the real challenge would seem shining through in the light,
where everyone else is shining.
It's being able to (first and foremost) shine at all, in darkness.
Where small progress will be seen,
until it gets so strong tha even in light it sines so brightly.
Lost in this darkness,
trying to adjust to it, find a corner to shine in.
Sometimes there's nothing to do but give up.
Sit down right there and sink even futher into darkness,
hoping this sinking will stop,
find the strength to not only get up and move about the darkness,
but to rise above that, and break through to the light.
But the more time in the darkness, the more getting used to it,
the easier it is to sink further into blackness.
And the harder it is to come out of it,
especially independently of another person.
And despite being used to the darkness,
and maybe even the blackness,
it's constant pain.
Burning, hurting, maybe, at times, bearable pain.
But constant.
Constant pain.
Always hurting...