…to the light

So here I am amidst the chaos and the madness of the past
suddenly exposed to the light
‘is this reflection….
…or introspection?’
I am teetering on the edge, here on the very ledge
standing on the last slim space before falling is inevitable
a choice is in the offering
’embrace the fall….
….and willingly enter
the era of my own deconstruction?’
or ‘step away from the edge….
….and enter the eve
of my own reconstruction?’
here in my darkness, this tiny sliver of light
‘is both enticing….
….and frightening‘
for I have become accustomed to the sibilant whispers
and the swirling waters of the dark voids of the moon
but it has never quenched my thirst
nor soothed my aching soul
a sudden stabbing pain is burning deep inside of me
almost too painful to endure
‘and I know….
….that this is the moment‘
for too long I have been drifting off course
lost in the eddies of time
now in this place of endless night
‘I am slowly….
….returning to the light’
the lingering threads of my hesitation
now blithely strewn
like abandoned petals upon the wings of fate
© Ann Bagnall