There is
this light within me that no one can see.
I won’t
let them.
I hold it
dear, clinging to it as though it were my lifeline.
Time has
taken my hand and led me away from it.
But it
calls me.
I hear its
voice in the morning when I wake up.
I listen
to it in the quietness.
If only I
stepped into its grace.
It would
hold me strong.
But
instead, I deny it.
Push it
away.
Far, far, into the vastness so that I’ll not linger for its return.
I’m
afraid.
This light
sees through me.
My shield
is invisible.
Rays of
truth spur my heart,
leaving it
wide open.
It bleeds
for what it does not have,
and pleads
for what it wants.
Threads
bind my suppressed emotions.
Stoic.
A statue
in life.
Standing,
when I want to crumble.
Distance
to protect fragility.
Off-balance
by containment.
Spreading
my clipped wings.
The fierce
wind catches my breath.
My toes
sink into place.
Scared to
lift from this foundation.
It grounds
me.
Keeps me
here.
A script
written in pen.
But as the
branches grow,
My arms
reach for something beyond the paper.
It climbs
into another world that I do not know.
But this
place knows me.
It has
always been there,
Even when
the fog kept me blind.
It sits on
the edge of who I am.
There is
no mistaking its purpose, its guidance.
I only have
to give in to it.
Let it
rescue me from myself.
Plead it
to shine brighter, and never,
not ever
give up.
I’m here.
Exposed.
No barrier.
Burning
like a full moon.
Creating footsteps,
however
soft or loud.
A
reflection coming into focus.
No mirror
of judgment.
Allowed to
steer,
set sail
into the choppy waters,
following
wherever the path leads.
