Sunday, August 5, 2018

Effervescent

I write to become
to exist
to be

It is a foreign language
Ther=y are words unknown
to me

it is a thesaurus
it is translation
from feeling
into words
It is scary and
I am frightened

Dark to dusk
Waiting for the dawn to
turn into the day
Always getting brighter
never to exhaust in the
never ending dark
light


and why do we equivocate dark into bad
why can't dark mean promising?
I believe it can
Dark is where is I find
my inspiration
but I am always looking for the light
why

I am the dark
the swamp
the mud
 the grimey
I am effervescent
during these hours
I glow
I shine

I found solitude
My dark is the light
which guides me

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