Monday, January 11, 2010

a cadence

these etchings mark the noise of my soul, begging you, to take heed of the proof of something deeper inside of you. it rages for freedom like a caged animal, whining, whimpering and even at times, lashing out. it moves you to feel, some days, things you thought you were void of. your reality hangs heavy over you like a thick winter fog. it pushes you deeper into yourself. it peddles loneliness and despair. its cold will saturate your inmost being.

there is death here.

it is always darkest before truth is found. like a cadence, rhythmically, night turns to day. slowly, when all is thought lost, in the darkest hours, the sun breaks free of its horizon. darkness no longer has any hold here. mesmerizingly bright, this intense orb of radiating truth blazes up over the line of sight. its hot pink rays obliterate all shards of darkness. in time the inescapable heat melts through the oppression.

hope is alive.
faith is reborn.
the soul is unlocked.
made new.
revived.

darkness will always come. when at it’s thickest though, you cannot forget to believe in the unseen. as surely as there is dark, there will always be light to counter it. there will always be a sunrise. there will always be a breakthrough. there will always be a reason to hope. joy truly does come in the morning.

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