The abyss is patient
it quietly whispers to humanity
in moments of exhaustion
when hope feels hopeless
and the future feels too far away
but light is stubborn and it persists
in places where logic says it should fail
in the resilience of forests after fire
in the return of birds after winter
so when the abyss calls to me
I answer with silence
turning instead towards the dimension
where dawn continues its ancient ritual
and where the human spirit
still carries the fragile courage
to believe that tomorrow might be kinder
perhaps one day
the darkness will claim everything
but now I remain in the dimension of light
©Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 