The light is calling her.
She can hear it as it shines in the distance.
She can see how it covers the sky with all shades of beauty.
She can feel it capturing the night, moulding with it, creating shade and color of artistic magnitude.
But the darkness holds her down.
Holds her still.
Holds her captive.
It grips every morsel of her interior world, pulling all exterior existence into its lonely prison.
It is strong,
Strong enough to suck the light into its terror.
Once taken, her light proves a greater power as it radiates with her darkness, as a canvas of kaleidoscopic color,
Highlighting each ugliness she hides, in all of her dark and light and color.
Originally published at Journey of the Heart: Women’s Spiritual Poetry