I just wrote this poem… I kind of just started going- I had no idea what it would be about when I began. It simply formed as I allowed the words to fall into place.
I stare intently as the curtains fall,
Over my glistening, listening eyes.
I wait in stillness to hear the sound,
My ears are searching and seeking replies.
And as the darkness engulfs my sight,
I wake to realize, regret that I’m blind.
For once I thought I was merely asleep,
But my eyes are open in blackness twined.
Straining to see beyond the sheer darkness,
As color is muddled and huddled to none-
What could await me beyond the next step?
I’ve no way of going or knowing the one.
My temple is aching; my eyes are narrowed;
I’m suddenly brimming, swimming in tears.
They fall to the ground that I cannot see-
The wetness, weakness that shivers in fears.
My feet, though damp, have lost their sensation.
I’m falling fast, calling past muted shade.
My flailing arms find nothing to grasp,
As my body is churning, yearning for aid.
I let out a cry, no words could express,
With hope for a rope or ledge in my plight.
Up from the pit of the swirling torrent,
I suddenly, certainly, saw a faint light.
In disbelief I gazed at the beacon,
It flickered and fainted but wouldn’t fade.
My doubt fell away to uncover a trust,
To conceive and believe- darkness had frayed.
As the light grew, the blackness unraveled,
Now torn unstable, unable to last.
My eyes found a place for their gaze to rest;
For bleakness and blackness were solely the past.
The more that I hoped the more the light grew,
With unceasing, increasing brilliance.
The piercing had changed all I once held true,
And the flowing bestowing resilience.
Crowned with all splendor, the brightness rushed forth
Without yielding, but wielding all power.
For up from the grave arose such a life,
That both conquered and catered the hour.
Never has hope such as this been beheld,
Even watching and waiting can’t find.
This gift only falls into humbled hands;
Fumbles and stumbles are turned and consigned.
No vision can see or ear can hear all,
But the glimpses and glances are enough.
For the frayed darkness has been rearranged,
Bonding and biding to light none can snuff.
The glorious blaze beckons me onward,
With conviction, confession I’m joint.
For when I’m in darkness and nearing my end,
I know that my hope will not disappoint.
