Bitter Bliss: A Poetry Collection

Dark or Light

I find myself pacing the line

I've walked before a thousand times

dipping one foot into the inky dark on one side

but quickly moving back to the white ground in barely half a stride.

The pure, glowing marble is steady and calm

but the sloshy black is as volatile as a bomb.

What will happen if I choose that path?

Will I suffocate and be swallowed up by its wrath?

Or will I drift, not caring, all the way down?

And once I've reached the bottom, what will happen?

Will I drown?

Dark or light, the choice is clear.

It's all right. Have no fear.