Comfort Zone

Comfort Zone

This is all I have ever known, darkness.

Yet this mind wonders

 And creates this beautiful world in perfect wholeness.

Anything is possible everything is as it should be,

And nothing is how it should not.

I have never known

What time was

 Nor how long it has been.

 But on days when

I feel the power to rise

 And explore

 I find that this chamber still has four solid barriers

With only my being inside.

Having been aroused from stagnation

By something of which my senses have never seen.

A white illuminating light radiated

From this opening in the side of the chamber.

 I cringed from that light

 Toward the sheltering shadows,

 Away from this door of possibilities.

 Of what could be.

This light only brought fear of possibilities, of failure, of chaos, of hate,

 Of uncertainty, of anxiety, of suffering,

 And of what could be.

Who am I to leave this place

 That has been my sanctuary

 And sovereignty?

Who am I to choose

 A path different then

What has been paved for me?

 Who am I?

Or….

Who am I not?

From out of these captive shadows

That ensnare my every delight

And into to the light of paradise.

This haze clears and the mind slowly

Spurts out thoughts that mimic that of the heart.

This providence for which I so dreadfully feared,

 Was nothing to be frightened of.

Binding light and bursting colors

 Covered the land of which I have never dreamed,

That which touched my feet was reassuring that I belonged.

Yet that lingering thought

 Of what could be,

This could all be a ploy.

 Just one last glimpse at that consoling blackness that was comfort

 That was paradise.

 Dashing back into the crisp shades,

 Sealing the door of light

 Which only fetched fear to my mind.

Turning away from paradise

 And the uncomfortable light of day

 Seeing that world which was perfect

 Was not what I had hoped.

 Its flawless design

And its perfect creation were not what I wanted.

What I wanted was the creation

Of my perfect world with in this chamber,

Where everything is as it should be.

 And nothing is how it should not.

 Here in the shield of this shadowy safe- haven

 Is where I was meant to be.

Uncertainty was not a dispute

 Because everything is as it should be,

 And nothing is how it should not.

Here in ebony dimness

There is no worry

Of what could be.