"Waking Light"
by Lady M
Sometimes I wonder if I will ever wake from this darkness.
I don't know how long I've been here. Has it been more than a week? More than a year?
I see through the black void of my mind - the lights in the hallway - from when I was a child.
Those lights were forever my protection against the evil monsters that crept out from underneath my bed at night. They gave me freedom to dart down the hallway to my parent's room to certain sanctuary.
And now, they are all that I have - a glimmer of hope that I will wake - instead of endlessly traversing the bleak, empty corridors of my coma ridden soul.
I pray every moment that they will never burn out or fade away. For, if they should, I know I will never find my way back home.
Interesting idea!
ReplyDeleteGood job, Lady M. :)
ReplyDeleteA very interesting idea, and creative.
ReplyDeleteHorrifying thought of what the mind REALLY sees when the body's in a coma...what if minds really DO think when in that state? Egad, scary!
ReplyDeleteNice bit of poetry in prose style. Solid word selection, short and precise. Lyndon
ReplyDeleteLady M, such a haunting image-the lights in the darkness, knowing you need to go in that direction but being unable to move. Yes, haunting!
ReplyDeleteA solid piece in all respects.
Thank you! Every single one of you - thanks for your lovely comments.
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