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By: Gianna Montiel

By Gianna MontielPublished 2 days ago 2 min read
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I glanced behind at the tunnel of darkness—

Beckoned by the light.

What a bright, spectacular sight—

That pulled me from eternal night.

Now, I can clearly see—

A hand outstretched.

Reaching, seeking after mine.

I dare to take a step forward.

My eyes search for His—

But the light is too bright.

Too awesome for my sight.

Choose, a soft voice speaks.

The time for childish games is done.

I let you wander.

I let you fall.

But there comes a time when you answer the call.

Choose not to fall.

Choose not to fail.

This is the choice in this hidden veil.

Between where you were, where you are, and where you will be.

But the choice is yours

You see?

This is my decree

says the Man in the light.

My Noble Prince and Fierce Knight.

With eyes like a mound of burning coal—

Piercing a hole into my soul.

There, He sees me for what I truly am.

There, He sees me most intimately—

And there's no escape.

You lost her.

I lost her, I confess.

The little girl who knew so much—

Although youth did her no justice.

She was wise beyond her years. She knew—

How to love.

To forgive.

To hope.

To trust.

No matter what she saw or heard—

She could fly as high as a bird.

It all came so easily to her—

Until a bust.

A tear.

She no longer cared.

She sat in despair—

Losing air.

Though that's life—

It's never fair.

Suddenly, her hand drifted out of mine.

The gold faded—

And her sight turned jaded.

She wandered in the desert of gloom—

Waiting for impending doom.

When love came in full bloom—

Wrapping her in strength and purity.

I have become willingly entrapped in His beauty.

I want to stay—

Forever enslaved to the wondrous light.

His voice is sweet honey—

His words tenderize cold, hard hearts.

Echoing a word from the waters.

Home.

It's the one thing I've always sought—

But only now have I fought.

With aching feet—

The trek continues.

No longer do I wonder what's between here and there.

Really, I don't care.

I choose Him.

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