Dawn nearly killed me
with Light
so inspiring, yet conspiring
to take my life.
Not wanting to lose a fool to the fight,
Night’s gravity screamed,
“Own the blame, the shame
shame, shame.
It’s hopeless, you see.
Love me … love me!”
My pain was hidden.
I liked it that way.
Darkness, my friend to the end.
The End.
My bitter, lonely, pathetic end.
But Light, it coaxed,
wooing a pearl from her shell, from hell.
A living, dying, raging hell.
From within the pit, I heard a voice
with song, so subtle.
“Don’t quit. Don’t quit.
Your strength is in knowing.
A raw choice, though not feeling
I’m enough.
I Am. Enough!”
Fear scattered on bloody claws
As grace embraced, reaching past flaws
until I surrendered to the beautiful conspiracy.
And let Morning Star bathe me, slay me
with Light,
so conspiring, yet inspiring.
I gave Him my life.
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