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Searching!

The battle with light and darkness within us all!

By Jennifer CooleyPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
Fighting our way to the light & therein finding our voice to express our scars!

~ Searching? ~

Searching,

Searching for something

not knowing what it is,

Hoping to find it as you keep moving on;

Don’t know what to do

keep searching for some sight,

for the more you look around the more there’s only night,

But...

Just when you think, there’s no hope at all,

you look up above you and there shines some light:

How quickly you race, to follow that sight

for now you’re afraid to lose this light.

You

start to climb, keep climbing after it,

closer and closer... now, very bright:

You begin to feel a rush for you think you’re almost there,

But...

just then you blink and it all disappears! Hoping to have reached it

before it was gone, not knowing if anyone was ever to make it?

You think, ‘maybe you can fake it!’ You begin to feel tired, knowing now

that it was futile, but you just can’t stop, for there’s no – way down.

Only a big empty space... with a black face....

You’re hearing voices...

you look around...

even though you can’t see ground.

Now something is calling:

calling your name,

saying to you... “Come on down, with all the rest, don’t worry they won’t contest.”

(Dammit I hate the devil.)

You panic,

not knowing what to do...

“Don’t bother,” it says, “you’ve failed nothing left you can do.”

gripping you tightly

pulling you down,

feeling no emotion

no strength left... and hardly any will:

floating in nothing as time is standing still...

Now in deep thought

you begin to wonder if this is all a deep spell were under?

There’s gotta be something,

something left to do?

Must find a way to fight this thing,

can’t let it feel at home in our hearts

for we’ve already been split, into too many parts!

Whatever it is... it’s in us now,

some of us knowing this...

yet others still aware of nothing at all.

It’ll enter when you’re sleeping,

or when you feel alone...’

mustn’t let your mind, wander into this un-sacred zone!

Day by day,

minute by minute... It’s growing stronger and stronger

within us all:

We turn to each other,

hoping someone may have found the answer:

nothing left to do,

except to keep moving on...

We walk around wondering;

what’s left for us to go through?

what’s left for us to do?

But,

In the final end...

still having found no answer yet,

The search continues on!

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Jennifer Cooley

I've been writing as long as I could hold a crayon! Remember writing my first story like it was yesterday at 5. I remember the details of the day, location, time, excitement & where the story was preserved for all time! Lots Born From That!

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