The Darkness bonds us to the Monster that occupies our lives.
We are held together by its grasp, entwining us with lingering,
gangling fingers that, for so long, has contained us in its grasp
of dampness; emotionless and secretive black, where we
belong; a life of fear and anger and loneliness.
We are bonded yet strive to catch a glimpse of the Light of
our uncertainty that tries to entice us out of the dungeon'
our safe-haven'our home. We are reluctant to look to
the Light. We have served the Monster for so long, it has
devoured our spirit of hope; the Monster who laughs and
clutches at our souls, knowing He is annihilating our existence.
He knows he has the power, the control.
The Light, the leader, the caretaker who shines ever so luminous.
The Light that lives to care and cares to love the dungeon dwellers.
The Light'devoted to its endeavor to free our souls from
the Monster of Darkness; the Light' whose only desire is to equip
us with steps, one by one, of the ladder on display'taunting us
to climb up from the hole where we are cold but safe'asking us
to leave the pit of safety we have known for so long.
It is the Light that is our teacher, providing its loving hand
and fierce spirit'the Light that shines as radiant as we will allow
for now'the Light that provides a beacon so that we may experience
the chance to love, not fear; to find hope, not loneliness, and to
examine the brightness of our wonderful, yet modest spirits that
dwell somewhere within us.
The Darkness bonds us to the Monster of hurt, violation, secrets,
fear and thievery; yet it is actually our reaching toward the Light
that has attached our lives to one another forever.
In time, the Darkness will fade and the Light will shine and we
will defeat the Monster. For now, reach for the Light and reach
for each other.
We are held together by its grasp, entwining us with lingering,
gangling fingers that, for so long, has contained us in its grasp
of dampness; emotionless and secretive black, where we
belong; a life of fear and anger and loneliness.
We are bonded yet strive to catch a glimpse of the Light of
our uncertainty that tries to entice us out of the dungeon'
our safe-haven'our home. We are reluctant to look to
the Light. We have served the Monster for so long, it has
devoured our spirit of hope; the Monster who laughs and
clutches at our souls, knowing He is annihilating our existence.
He knows he has the power, the control.
The Light, the leader, the caretaker who shines ever so luminous.
The Light that lives to care and cares to love the dungeon dwellers.
The Light'devoted to its endeavor to free our souls from
the Monster of Darkness; the Light' whose only desire is to equip
us with steps, one by one, of the ladder on display'taunting us
to climb up from the hole where we are cold but safe'asking us
to leave the pit of safety we have known for so long.
It is the Light that is our teacher, providing its loving hand
and fierce spirit'the Light that shines as radiant as we will allow
for now'the Light that provides a beacon so that we may experience
the chance to love, not fear; to find hope, not loneliness, and to
examine the brightness of our wonderful, yet modest spirits that
dwell somewhere within us.
The Darkness bonds us to the Monster of hurt, violation, secrets,
fear and thievery; yet it is actually our reaching toward the Light
that has attached our lives to one another forever.
In time, the Darkness will fade and the Light will shine and we
will defeat the Monster. For now, reach for the Light and reach
for each other.
