With every ray of light comes the light of hope..
But how long may someone walk to un-entangle the rope?
The closer I got to the light, the more it started to hurt my eyes,
With no remorse I moved forward with the want to see myself rise.
The darkness had blinkered my sight and deafened my ears,
With extreme desperation I’d yearn to fight my fears.
I feared loss, I feared pain..
The darkness was driving me insane.
I wanted to struggle, I wanted to fight..
Craving to see that ONE ray of light..
It gave me closure to hear voices in the dark,
Consolation enough that this maybe a lark.
Is this what it is like, is this what life can offer?
An unknown mystery left to discover?
Does pain and struggle have to be the way to light?
Does love and life have to involve fight?
Suddenly a moment of silence in the dark slithered,
And at a snail's pace the struggle withered.
And so I concluded that light was found,
Maybe not in sight and with no sound.
It truly just proved how negligent we are,
To search for that which isn’t so far.
All we could do is space out for a while,
To love, live and peacefully walk a mile.
