Two Warmths
Hush.....
it is here.
What has been gone forever,
has now reached my soul.
Silence.
It beholds every living thing,
pulling it down, into it's warm arms.
Warm,
to be a soft blanket,
shielding you from the cold winter's air.
Warm,
to be a fire,
of which unstable sparks, unleash themselves,
onto anything willing to burn.
Keep your mind open,
to see the difference, between the two.
One,
pulls you into it's comforting embrace,
keeping you safe from all that is not.
One,
drags you down into the depths,
of what can only be labeled,
as pure misery.
Be cautious
of knowing the difference,
between these two opposites.
So similar,
to fool the weary mind,
taking one into it's grasp,
never to find the real warmth.
What may seem bright as day,
could ruin the mind,
destroy the soul within.
Be careful, I say,
as it takes a strong will to separate
the two, similar feelings,
of warmth.
I take not more than a moment,
to choose the vision of happiness.
It pulls me down;
it's warm.
I feel all warm inside,
though I am not.
For what appears to be warmth,
is flame.
I find myself,
standing
in the center of the furnace.
Warmth.
The pain,
unbearable,
burning through my flesh.
Warmth.
As I had thought,
warmth, is a good thing.
Though, what I had had in mind at the time being,
was just warmth.
Not good
Not bad,
just warmth.
I could not see the difference,
though I had not taken the moment,
to try and tell them apart.
What I had thought I was getting into,
was the warm blanket,
holding me tight,
against the wind.
Without a second glance,
I choose this warmth.
All is good,
until this heat, takes over.
What is warmth, if overpowering?
All that is able to see,
can understand, the difference
between warmth,
and the chill of the night.
To take that sight,
and put it to use,
is not but a simple task,
as it may be misunderstood,
by even the wisest of them all.
One warmth
lies in front of you.
This being, the warmth of a bright flame,
to consume all that will burn.
Another warmth
appears,
being less than a hot spark,
just enough,
to protect your body,
from the harsh night, outside.
This one, is a blanket.
That one, is a flame.
The question that lies in front of us all;
which one have we chosen?
Copyright © Dawn Koyama | Year Posted 2015
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