Darkness.
My mind, heart, and soul whirl in the cascading torrent. I
think but no one responds.
Luckily darkness is a slower killer than water. The rush
slows down. Someone lets out their soul as a lifeline. It’s unfamiliar. I hold
on.
Our combined light keeps the darkness away for the most
part, but once in a while a shard of glass hits us, almost as sharp as a
fragment of a dream. The current gets faster.
Arms of shadow reach out towards us, trying to pull us down,
but they shrivel up in the light.
The current slows down long enough for me to look up out of
the water.
On the edge of the sky, in the vast emptiness of the
universe, I see a light.
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ReplyDeleteAre you taking poetry next semester? If so, you should work with this as one of your first poems. Love the imagery and metaphoric language. Happy to see a little bit of hope at the end!
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