Candlelight reflects
And bounces off the mauve walls
Of my room in a golden-flickering
Dance of a light show.
My bedroom dim,
Center attention lies on the double flame.
Concentration on the movement of glow
Is mesmerizing enough
To blur out all but blackened tunnel vision to
The brightness emanating before me.
I feel far from the light;
Distant in my bed,
Sinking into my solacing sheets and pillows,
Pigmented in ivory.
The light appears to me like a separate world
While I wallow in the brooding darkness
As an outside observant;
The light was never meant for me…
Though the delicate flame glints quickly to grasp my attention,
Summoning me to join it.
The darkness’ heaviness almost seems comforting in its familiarity
In contrast to the playful light.
One is evidently more hopeful than the other,
But I do not obtain the energy.
To choose the light or the dark,
I ponder.
But do I really have the choice?
The dark will bury me before I decide.
The dark controls;
But the elusive light still softly beckons.