Sometimes, we go dark. Sometimes we've beaten or ignored too long, too hard, to see the light anymore. Pushed back into the shadows, retreating to the night.
Yet, something still glimmers, your shield, your sword cobwebbed and dusty. Pick them up, feel the familiar weight of your own self-defense, tap back into your strength. Light the candle, roll your shoulders and square up to the darkness. Take it back.
This is to remind you that there is always a next step to take, even when your back is to the wall.