The Dark Room for T:snippet hoping to become a poem when it grows up

we all have
a darkroom
to process the darkest snapshots of life
family
source of our greatest joys
deepest sorrows, unspoken terror
unless we do not love and are not
loved
and can pretend we have no darkroom
since we have nothing to process
no dark pictures, perhaps
no light
better to have these
and know they reside
where we fear so much to enter
the darkroom