Hand on darkness
Some years ago, I realised
I am the driver of my life
And so I chose light
It was a difficult decision
More difficult than it sounds
It’s hard to know what it is to see
When there’s no darkness around
It’s easy to equate pain with feeling
To attach pain to being
And so I never ran from the dark
I marched towards it
Let it smoke my heart
Instead, it was always a part
Of me
And I didn’t try to cut free
I found purpose in flames
Walking in their light
That’s the same as finding light, right?
I burned alive
I tore like flames through life
I swallowed people whole
Didn’t need to be right
I saw great meaning in great strife
I welcome visions with open arms
Summoning a vortex of demons & dead
Couldn’t sleep through nightmares
They watched me at night
As I slept in bed
They watched in day
Down the path I led
They watched as I bled
Until fear took over my mind
Numbness seized my soul
And emotions began to rot
Until I could not identify what
I felt
Or who I was
Could not get giddy
Or feel the smile
Savour the zeal
Reap the joy
I lost touch of what was real
Bar sheer fear
My body begged me to feel
Words sound obvious when they’re said
It’s different when they take life in your head
Suddenly they come back like brand new speech
They speak a new language
And you go weak
…The epiphany
Darkness did not follow me
Nor was it innately part of me
No!
I’d had my hand on darkness
Tight on the shoulder
Travelling through earth
Refusing to drop this boulder
Walking closely behind
Obsessed with what I might find
Sacrificing the multitude of my mind
Sacrificing the electric bulb of life
But now I take the wheel
And I drive on a road of light
Graham Sherwood
Sun 29th Jun 2025 19:53
Hello again Alexandra. There’s a lot to digest here. Good to see you back on again.