I feel it tug at me.
Deep in my soul, it pulls,
gentle-like, and then harder.
The darkness wells up again,
its tendrils of black smoke
reaching so perilously for my earthly body.
I want to embrace its cold silence,
punish myself, impale myself on its thorns of sorrow.
But then the light calls to me,
something else that I do not feel I can resist.
Such opposing forces, that tear
at my fleshly embodiment of soul,
causing it to stretch and then shatter.
The darkness is seduction, forbidden desires fulfilled,
painful and pleasurable.
The light is hope, clear and bright,
the happiness that calls to me from my future.
The choice is simple, and yet difficult.
To mire myself in the darkness’s entrapment,
or to bask in the glory of a brilliant sun.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017