Dark

Just as I laid down to go to sleep tonight (early, I might add) my mind started doing something that doesn't happen very often: it started to write poetry! Where it came from, I don't know, but I had to get up and type it out.

Tomorrow I may explain what the metaphors are (some are quite obvious, but some aren't). It is a dark poem, but don't worry about me, it is just my darker side getting out. Oh, and I should note that it is raining and thundering here.

Without further ado (what is "ado" any way, and why do we say that?), here is my poem:

"Dark"
By Matthew Kelling

Dark.
Cold and Dark,
Alone I embrace what I cannot see,
Grasping at what is not there.
I cage myself in this jail
That has no holes or windows
A wide open door
That stays shut.
I have a mirror
That I fool myself into thinking
Can keep me company
I see faces, spaces,
Vast lands that are open and free,
But these faces, spaces,
They are not real,
Just a reflection in my mirror.

Her.
The one on my wall.
The girl that I long for,
The girl of my dreams...
The girl that is just like me.
She eludes me.
I cry out for companionship,
Love,
Comfort,
Hold me.
But all I find is emptiness.
Without her I am alone.

Alone, dark and alone,
The walls close in around me
As I pity the shell I call myself.
The water dissolves the walls
Leaving me alone
Surrounded by rain and thunder
I drip wet and cold,
The feeling gets old.
The thunder hits my chest
Like a blow that smashes.
The lightning crashes
Only illuminating sparks
Then go black.

But I am not alone,
He is always there with me,
By my side,
Helping,
Guiding,
Protecting.
Holding when I shun those that hold,
Shelter when I am wet and cold,
Comforting when I am alone.
I cannot be alone
With Christ by my side.

Free,
I am free,
I fly high
As a bird, as a plane,
Rain
Falls all around me
Washing and purifying.
It refreshes as it splashes
On my face.
The lightening shows I am not alone
Surrounded by angels
While the thunder reminds me
That I am not God.
But He is,
And He is with me.

Matthew