The Tendrils in Me

I fall into darkness, This reveals my weakness. A door opens within me, And I encounter a turbulent sea. I’m alone in my room, There’s a pervasive gloom. A displeasure of the heart, An ominous start. I tell them not to come close, For they might see a shrivelled rose. I hide in the night, Even as I pray for redemption light. I hear songs, Melodious yet unfamiliar tongues. I wonder if I’m near Zion’s gate, Or if I’m still on the wait. January 30, 2025.