The End of the Beginning
It began with a tiny black hole in my mind,
bit by bit it gravitated me into the void;
making me a slave to silence.
I had never seen anything more powerful,
perhaps it was a god;
a deity of darkness or hell.
I was immured in shackles,
made a prisoner of the dark;
yet in isolation I kept myself alive.
I begged the many divinities of the world,
yet none spoke of benediction.
No one stood alongside
and no one held my hand.
I knew I couldn’t make it,
but I didn’t let it show.
My mind screamed in thoughts
and my heart grew cold.
I couldn’t feel the outside world,
I was still in it
but it wasn’t in me anymore.
Thus, I clutched my heart in my hand
and locked my fist.
I switched off,
bereft of any feelings;
I became numb.
‘The Great Darkness’ became an acquaintance in solace
and let slip it’s deepest and darkest secret,
‘’that the best way out is through’’.
Hence, I placed back the frozen heart,
hopeful it would melt;
but flames breached from a rift;
igniting a wild fire;
captivating me and everything around.
It was a renascence
from my rite of passage,
that rekindled the id;
to moult
and contort
by the ordeal.
A door closed behind me
and a door swung open in front.
I saw everything I never wanted
and everything I always did.
I came out to the dark alleys of the world
with my chattel,
a forever-burning candle;
to light up yours;
for it was the end of the beginning.
Copyright © Anthea Reddy | Year Posted 2019
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