Hope

Black, cold, surrounded,

Surrounded by only nothing,

It’s quiet, calm, bleak,

Sometimes I enjoy the silence,

It pulls me in,

It holds me close like a lover’s embrace,

It helps me think,

To face what only I face,

To see what only I see,

To feel what only I feel,

 

It terrifies me though,

For if I go deeper,

I may never come out,

Some days I become entranced for so long,

So long that I don’t know if I want to escape,

But something found me,

A fire that keeps growing,

Burning deep within my darkness,

It’s stronger than the blackness that serenades me,

Stronger than the serenity it brings me,

 

For it too is entrancing,

But it’s warm, welcoming,

It magnifies as I draw nearer,

Away from the shadows that pin me,

I run to it as it calls for me,

Louder and louder it pleads for me,

It’s just out of my reach,

Only an arm’s length away,

But I stop.

 

What if this warmth discards me?

Or doesn’t accept the scares that the darkness still holds on me?

As I start to recede back to my home,

Back to where I deserve to stay,

A gentle pressure takes my hand,

Then my arm,

And soon I feel immersed in a powerful embrace

Surrounding my body, my being, my soul,

The compassion and nirvana I feel overcomes me with joy and tears,

I couldn’t possibly deserve such an empowering feeling,

But a soft kiss touches my cheek and whispers,

“Yes you do.”