Seeing the Light

Terry Bowman

Darkness
Eyes strain to see any light
Ears alert to hear any sound
Nostrils deprived of any aroma 
I sense I must move on

I can sense the walls around me
Yet they evade my touch
I have no sense of direction
Just forward, onward, outward

I creep along for time eternal
Ever forward, meandering, ever forward
The thing that keeps me moving
Is the hunger in the pit of my soul

I catch the occasional glimpse of light
Fool’s Gold for the psyche
Appearing and quickly vanishing
Portents of foolish hope

Faint light a-glowing in the distance
Attracts my attention
Quickening heartbeat and footstep
Like the moth to the flame

Stepping boldly around the corner
I’m dazzled by a brilliant light
I scurry back into the shadows
My eyes scalded by its blaze

For an indeterminate amount of time
I sneak peeks at the light
My eyes slowly adjust
To its untouchable beauty

I probe the light for imperfection
I detect only my own
I move closer, ever closer
Yet not close enough to touch

The light seems to attract me
Then suddenly pulls away
In stasis we undulate
Two forces unwilling to merge

In close proximity we find comfort
Acclimated, I probe deeper
The more flaws that I find
The more irresistable it becomes

Radiant energy beckons me
Yet still I feel reluctance
I long to bask in its brilliance
Yet I know I should walk away

Deep in my soul I sense
That my healing will never be complete
Until I merge with the light 
And reattach my heart

In trepidation, excitement, and fear
I extend my hand…

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