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Darkness |
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polishflyer New Member
since 2000-06-23
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It feels lost in a sea of darkness. The fog is rolling in drowning the soul's sight of what the future beholds. The guiding light that has kept the soul intact and safe is far from it. The light sits there waiting, waiting for its inner light to shine again. To shine again and lead the soul away. The soul feels cold waves crashing its body. Chilling the soul. Wave after wave of cold loneliness. Reality hitting it over and over never relenting. And yet its light, its warmth, its life is sitting out there somewhere. Here the soul wait, here the soul lives trying not to drown, trying to warm it self. What ever its does nothing works. The fog comes thicker and the waves come bigger and colder. In the distance the soul hears the rocks. The closing fortune of its life. Those rocks once seemed small, like pebbles on a beach. Now they have turned into the jagged cliff that threatens the world. Fear does run its course through the soul. Chills the soul's bones, pains the soul. All would be lost if not for the spark that so desperately burns bright inside. The spark burns for the light. The safe light that has turned off. The spark still is there in the light but the shutters are closed. The light doesn't realize the lost soul out in the sea. It knows something is out there but what it is still eludes the shutters from being opened. The echoes of the soul feel like a shadow a myth to the light. Confusion has set in. Should the light show its self? Or is the voice just a ghost in the waves? This soul knows the light is there not so far as it seemed. Just the shutters are closed. Locked by something. Locked by the soul itself. The shutters would be opened if the soul had the key. But the waves and the fog have taken the key. Put it out to sea. Only the light can reveal it. But the darkness is strong. Has always been there in the shadows of life waiting to conceal everything. Waiting to rule the light and drown the soul. The only hope is for the two sparks to meet. To light a fire so great and strong as to kill the darkness. The darkness is relenting though. It knows how to keep the sparks apart. The darkness plays on the sorrows of souls. It is ruthless as to what it does. The darkness came from the soul. It would not be so strong if the soul had shown the light it first. Fearing that the light was not strong enough to help melt the darkness the soul buried it. Let it get darker. Let it get colder and colder. Let it get stronger. The soul thought it could protect its world, its only reason for being The Light. But darkness has over come. Or has it. Is darkness really that strong? Is darkness really that bold and relentless? Is the key not in the lock of the shutters? All that has to happen is have the shutters opened. Can't the light guide this soul again? Can it not shine bright, brighter than ever to behold to real truth? The truth that the soul and the light are one. The truth that the light is stronger than the darkness. That the darkness is weak and fueled by the fear from both the light and the soul. The spark, true love, sits inside both the light and the soul waiting to be reunited to become the eternal fire that has been there all along. It is eternal never ending. It can never burn out because it has eternal fuel from both the soul and the light. True love. The soul is whispering for the light. Letting the voice and the spark ride the waves of the cold sea. Burning bright. The light can see the spark. But the fog and the darkness make it look like a ghost. A myth. There it sits, right in front of the light burning bright and whispering I love you. Through all the ages it will still lie there whispering I love you. On the ocean winds, in the crow's cries, and in the heart of the light, for all eternity it will whisper I love you. There in the peace of the mountains does the whisper become a voice again. It becomes a living soul not a ghost or a myth. Here the shadow becomes uncovered and there stands the soul. And in the souls arms is the light. Shining again bright. The soul looks to the light and rekindles the fire. There it burns bright and strong for all eternity |
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Poet deVine
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Is this a poem or prose? If it's prose, we can move it to the prose forum! Let me know.  |
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