How deep can darkness become? I speak of a blackened state of mind, a hopelessness that precedes deliverance. A place in which I would dwell, were it not for the light within me. I imagine it would be black as tar, black as true blindness. A blackness colored only by the excitement of chaos.
Were this fire not inside of me I would set the world ablaze, just to watch the embers dance, then blow away the ash. I would revel in my pain and play in the decay, if black was all I knew, or lies sweeter than truth. If my hope was dead, I wouldn’t die with it. I would quickly lift my head and kill everything instead.
But my hope lives and my light shines.
YESSSSSSSSS!!! Love this!! I absolutely understand.