The Light

(c) Mark D. Holt
 
 

In the darkness ahead of me
I see a light,
when I reach out my arm
it blinks out of sight.
 

I open my mouth
preparing to shout,
but in the silence
the light drowns me out.
 

Upward I move
wearing stealth like a crown,
climbing higher and higher
'til the light drags me down.
 

I gather my strength
to break free from its grasp,
I duck and I weave
avoiding its clasp.
 

Forward I go
but looking far behind,
I shield my eyes
lest the light send me blind.