It's making me into something I'm not, or maybe it's revealing my true identity.
It's always whispering into my ear, drawing me close to it, too close.
It rejoices in my pain and anguish, and invites me to as well.
I've let it out, and it's going to destroy me, leave me nothing more than a shadow.
The darkness is so inviting, but there's a light beyond it.
I can't see it, it's just out of my vision, but I can feel it.
It's warm, telling me I can fight.
It would be so easy to let the darkness consume me.
But why?
Why should I leave it all?
Why should I stop fighting?
Why should I become a coward?
Why not stay and fight?
That darkness is not me.
The darkness I'm trapped in has an end.
It's faraway, yes.
It won't be easy reaching it.
But some part of me knows that whatever lies at the end of the tunnel will be the true meaning of beauty.
And for it, I'll live.
I will live.
YOU ARE READING
In Ink: A Collection of Poetry
Poetry"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain" Vivian Greene Some different poems, all written by me
