I Brought My Own LightA Poem by Kristin LeeAlways be prepared when darkness calls....How can God stand idly by as I writhe in unimaginable agony? Twirling round and round caught in the suffocating debris of this viscous tornado I’m spiraling further down this pitch black hole that has no end My brain, it’s on fire! The revolutionary musings of my darkest void have begun pounding, Pounding against the impenetrable barriers I’ve placed in the farthest corners of my mind Pugnacious nightmares roaring to life Recurring visions hell bent on devouring the light I’ve ferreted away The faces of evil don’t adhere to prophecy or care about rebirth To own ones soul you must own every last shred of it all! Believe me; I’m aware of the sins and shortcomings that led to my fall But I will wield the wisdom and passion I possess And push through the challenges Hell has devised Each day taking larger and larger strides towards Who I want to be For so long my light has burned only for you Your happiness a direct reflection of my own The only thing that ensured my survival But I can’t live like that any more A promise that never should have been set upon my shoulders lies broken on the floor I proudly proclaim “Victory is mine!” Demons no longer able to dine upon the delectable morsels of my soul I adamantly refuse to wear the suffocating bondage of oppression a second longer! I won’t walk in the cold shadow of a ghost Your false promises of grandeur were torture enough, I am done playing host I must caution you however, If my new found strength elicits a painful burn Don’t stand so close You don’t deserve me demon spawn I wasn’t born to be second best Darkness will never claim dominion over my soul You may think the hole you’ve pulled me into is dark, scary and has no end… But then you’ve done it again, what you always do You’ve underestimated me You’ve gone and forgot, I brought my own light © 2013 Kristin LeeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKristin LeePortland, ORAboutI write with a no holds barred attitude, wielding my pen like a dagger to carve tales of fiction entwined with hard and bitter truths. My work generates bold, sometimes dark and devious stories that .. more..Writing
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