At times I forget what light looks like.
Breakdowns, breakthrus, testimonies and tests,
Dark and Dawn seem words on a page
Mist in the air, meaningless between my
Ears. When life is a search for light, hope in shadow, whispers
Of Daybreak. Darker still, eyes search.
Hope becomes Fear. Fear becomes
Paralysis. Safety in still. Movement is
Pain, Forward and Backward, all turns to Ash.
The soul screams, the heart Hardens
The armor grows thicker. The Darkness
Grows, the abyss closer.
The silence, deafening.
The mind Quiets. Awareness in Still.
The Spirit awakens. The Voice says,
“One More”. The Heart opens. The
Mind, Awake. The Light, blinding.
Searching, feeling, outward, moving
Touching, sensing, Ever-present.
The Light was within.
The light is Within.