The black surrounds me.

Impenetrable, heavy, consuming.

My mind is a maze.

Unpredictable, faulty, confusing.

 

The sun in my soul is threatened

as the gloom smothers my skin.

I wonder, how can I keep it shining

as it consumes my body within.

 

Suddenly, a light.

Inviting, flighty, comforting.

My soul begins to ache.

Searing, sprightly, suffering.

 

Like a prism

I see its colors 

 

Like gold 

I see its worth

 

I walk through the dark

And into the light

Dawn breaking,

Maze unraveling.

 

There are words, pictures.

Movement, stillness.

Sounds, silence

Nothing, everything.

 

Each is a piece

of a story

A character,

A blade of grass

 

From the books we read

And the movies we see.

 

They are the light

For which my soul takes flight

And the demons it will fight

To stop me from losing sight.

 

These stories, they may be fantasy

But in it is the reason I see

They must be a part of me

Because they break me free.