It tears at concentration and focuses like a child’s screech of pain
ripping at your thoughts so comfortable on gloom and despair
denying you the ability to wallow in your predicament like
the mighty buffalo kicking up dust in the late summer sun
You wonder if you can stand against something that is so
strong you know it will overcome you in a dazzlingly bright,
like the brittle beauty of a fresh diamond dust snow
that only arrives on the coldest of northern nights.
Not allowing you to sink into your silence,
it illuminates the darkness like a freshly shot flare – sharp and brilliant.
You cannot hide from a light that seeks to consume you in its stunning
radiance. It is harsh, jagged as burnt glass, cutting dirty deep.
You may snarl at its arrival like a wolf defending his kill,
but still it will hold out a hand to you like a lover calling
you to a bed that is soft and smells of a sweet stream’s moss.
That place inside you that shivers in a room of razorblades.
Running will not take you far enough away to escape this
beast that controls your thoughts and feeds you sips of pleasure
as if they were caviar and champagne, chilled and served neat.
Emotions scatter from the light like cockroaches.
You hate this thing that gnaws at your gut and takes control
of your thoughts and makes you feel something besides pain.
It ejects you from your long dark night of the soul and
forces joy and happiness down your throat.
Hope takes root again.