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| Back into the Light |
6/2/97
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Thinking about an upcoming situation and its probable effect
on me, much of this tumbled into my head. I settled on
10 syllables and fixed it up a little.
Back into the light; it beckons to me,
enticing me with its guileless charms.
I dwell in the dark alone with my hate,
cloaked with its comforts and well protected.
The light calls to me, sings to me sweetly,
irresistible siren of brightness.
Slowly I look up and see its brilliance
dancing above me, the sparkling surface,
I've been there before and come back again.
Memories flashing, vivid as vision,
bringing back the pain of experience.
I turn away hard and cover my eyes;
dark brings amnesia to anesthetize.
But it is too late, the dam is broken,
the flood in my mind is too much to bear.
Hurled up to the light, still full of the dark,
I spin back and forth both drained and recharged.
The beams pierce through me like violation
forcing my recall of all that I am.
Emotions and times so long forgotten
forced to the forefront of my consciousness.
My soul screams in fear as the darkness fades,
contained by the light, once more a shadow
kept on the inside, a whispered secret.
"I will wait for you", it murmurs to me,
and then it recedes, into my center,
waiting for me to release it again.
The glow surrounds me and I am naked
and vulnerable, a newborn baby
impaled by the dawn of unwanted hope.
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