Light and Dark
Mountains of clouds all painted in blackI waited for all with patience I lack
I fly through my life, making my mark
Flying through light and flying through dark
I cry with my soulmate, I fight with my mind
With all but the shadow within I do find
Created from sparks and a singular thought
Creating a fire with the dark that we fought
I write from my mind, to myself I am true
I find out the truth from the things that I do
This poem is subjectively trying to find
An actual fight to myself I will bind
A fight I can be, and also be me
Peer into the world, and the world I will see
An adult there for the worst to face
And a child within my mothers embrace
With everything seen and with everything done
With looking at darkness to looking at sun
The blindness is all and the blindness is rage
I shed my own eyes and I shed my own cage
You must see what is true by fighting forever
To see with the darkness and the light together
We lust our own fate and with fate we know life
From the dawns of the old fighting the strife
Breathing and whispering all under our breath
We will speak of our lives until our own death
So here comes the point of our poem we read
The poem is inclusive and where poems lead
We each have a sense of meaning and power
And the stimulus within which each of us shower
A poem is not individual change but rather a sense of something bigger. My family has a saying and it has provided me with a clarity I haven't got from anything else so far in my life. I present this way of thinking (or try to) in basically all of my poems as I subject this saying to basically everything I experience. I hope it helps you as much as it has me:
''Both light and dark are equally as blinding. Therefore people who are extreme in either category are essentially the same. It is only with an equal balance of both that we see perfectly."
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