Into the Light
It's so far away, but right in front of my face.
"You're okay. You're beautiful. You're soft as silk and full of grace."
Self acceptance. The dream of walking straight and seeing clear.
The love you never gave me and frustrations no longer near.
It's in a box in another place,
with the memories of your kiss and deceptive embrace.
I've carefully taken every vine of yours off so not to hurt me.
Every bramble, all coming from your enslaving tree.
I forget how it feels like for you to touch me,
I thought I forgot how it felt for you to hurt me.
Until the time comes for you to do it the same.
The diseased consumption takes over my brain.
Like a feather, into the light, I float away.
Yet, something dark and demonic taunts me to stay.
You are no longer a part of who I am.
You don't control me, you are one of the damned.
I tried to save you. I wasted so much time.
Precious moments that were solely mine.
The thought of you falsely comforts of my soul.
I pretend it is you that will make me whole.
Give up. Go back. Wrap your vines around me.
So I can foolishly continue to bleed?
I can't go to that state of mind.
I can't go back to that state of mind.
I'm on the road now. I've got myself to find.
I walk with mild confidence into the light.
The divine land in front of me is a hopeful sight.
There I am.
--Beth
