The Darkness Brings to Me
The darkness brings to me
The beauty of the light
From where I can see
That it will never shine
Bright enough, bold enough,
Strong enough to lift me in its
Grasp of ephemeral stars.
It is this light that I fear;
It is this light that I crave
Longing to be near
The temporal flowers
That will burn me when I
Pluck it, and blind me when
I gaze longingly from afar.
Is it a sin to wish for more?
For something with purpose
Unwavering and steady, the core
Of this brightness waves to me,
A gesture of goodbye;
I dream, I grasp, I walk forward
Only to find my feet stuck in tar.
It is burning; the flames searing
Hot, searing through my form,
My being, it lifts aloft, rearing
Up from the ashes, all that is left
Of who I was, who I am,
And who I will be. The light
Fades. The darkness beckons.
Closing my eyes, I take a step
And fall forever onto the path
Destined from that first cry,
From that first moment
When our eyes opened
And we reached for the light
To find that we grasp at nothing.
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witless WRIT LIT
~ by me
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Poetic Fabrications
Short Somethings
© Anna Vo
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