Sometimes

While waiting for time,

To transform itself to life.

We forget to live.

The Darkness

The darkness grows.

Often in this place there is a murky glimmer, a faded memory of what once was sunlight.  This prison isn’t strong enough to keep the light out.  But that’s what keeps me in.

The faint light reveals so much to me.  I know my way around my cell, from hours of patient study I have been able to focus my eyes and see every corner of this dingy room.  Not so much a room, more like a hole in the ground.  A soggy, filth-ridden hole that hasn’t collapsed from the erosion around it.  Hasn’t collapsed yet.

I’ve seen where the light comes from.  I know which way to go if I want to attempt an escape.  But the weight of apathy holds me back.  I’ve been here long enough, what would one more day matter?

But the darkness grows…

Every time I wake, I expect new life, light, and freedom.  But in here, each day only grows dimmer.  The darkness is slowly growing, capturing one inch at a time.  One more inch that I’ll never see again.  It has a mesmerizing allure, the darkness.  It moves peacefully, almost mocking the rapidity of light.  Yet I still fear it overtaking me, covering me completely.  Each night I sleep fitfully.

While the darkness grows…

I am resolved to make my way out of this place.  I scrape toward the light, grasping and dragging myself towards it.  Gasping, I reach out once again find nothing.  I stretch out further, still nothing.  I strain to pull myself upward, struggling, I look up and find myself… free. Majestic skies, fresh air, and glorious, unhindered light!  I stride off, reveling in my new found freedom.  Life is new, I have all to live for, my old life I have left – behind me

The darkness grows…