The Other Side of Darkness

I close my eyes

and the darkness

reverberates in my head,

consuming the anticipation

that leaps playfully in the sun,

flapping like clothes in the breeze

on a midsummer’s day.

 

The darkness enfolds

as darkness can ably do,

in not letting up, in laying bare

its breadth and expansion,

unlike the clothes in the breeze,

the chasm deep, void and still,

fear’s restless homeland.

 

I squeeze my eyes shut,

and the landscape changes

to a show of spectral colors

not veiling the darkness within

but assuring: we are always

here to meet you. We are always

where your journey goes. – TS