When the lights went out

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And one day all the light went out,
And we were trapped in this perpetual cycle,
Clinging to the lie that the lights would turn on eventually ,
But a thousand days later and here we are surrounded by the darkness we tried to belittle,
Some still trying to navigate their way through its thick blankets of mist,
Walking in circles, passing and holding objects that's feels familiar to the touch but foreign to the sight,
Then they're those that closed their eyes and imagined that they were happy,
And hope that some day they would find a path through this labyrinth,
I always thought they were fools,
I came to terms my plight a long time ago
I accepted that there was never again going to be light.

Until something whispered into my ears-
I felt its fingers brush against the hairs on my arm, and in that moment I wish I could see what it saw-
A light, burning deep within me,
A light bright enough to light this maze... to light my soul,
In that moment I tasted bitterness at the back of my throat, but then it got sweet- was this what is was like to have hope ?

So now like the fools I wait,
I wait for that hour to come when all the lights begin to burn within us,
I wait for the day that all the lights will turn on.

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