The Light Doesn't Sting

Embark on a journey to nowhere

and find it easily.

Now look up the side of a mountain and be blinded

"Rage Rage against the dying of the light"-Dylan Thomas.

I covered my eyes and was brought to a familiar dark sky.

I can smell the smoke.

I can hear his breathe

I uncover my eyes but still see darkness

"Your eyes follow me from every shadow, every loud noise, crowding the edges

of my memory. I still wake up."- Amber Koneval.

I let out my breath and a choir sings songs no one wants to hear

All the notes are off key and all the plates shake under my melting feet.

But I feel something.

"A poem starts begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness,

a lovesickness"- Robert Frost

A rope tied to a tree has rotten off

A bird trapped in the snow has ruffled its feathers

I can see an unfamiliar sky.

"Hope is not a momentary flicker. Hope is Eternity's slow , steady, Illumnating

light"- Sri Chinmoy

My hands will wear the scars of falling and my heart will provide

the healing

But when I get the light

I will tap the microphone

 and hear the snaps like soft rain of a Sunday, saying

"You are okay"



This poem is about: 
Our world


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