Waking to Darkness of the Days
Pain giving birth to new light
Waking to darkness of the days
Day in day out
Sit quietly in the pain of given birth
A new day has dawn
A day of lighter and brighter
It is in our thoughts we receive
Thoughts we let go
Waking to darkness of our days
New light shines forth
Brighten skies await our gaze
New Canvas our brush
Luscious fervor reflection
Come to the waters
On shores of sea
For you and me
There was a time when I would rise to darkness daily. Not pitch black with absence of light in literal sense, but a more internal head-space sort of way. Uncertain if it was my own despairing thoughts or a collective gathering of thoughts from outside forces.
Regardless of when or where these thoughts were acquired, they had to be dealt with. If not, there was a numbing sense throughout my day, causing the world to slowly move in pain-staking ways.
Took many years for me to become aware of my thoughts (collective or self-inflicted), bringing me out of joy and happiness. Every morning began with me on the ledge, having a conversation with myself, giving myself a pep talk about how bright it was going to be.
The thoughts may creep in occasionally, but my ability to excuse these thoughts (not dismiss them) comes with greater ease. I have learned to see the greatness in everyday, small or grandiose miracles, allowing me to bathe in excitation, happiness and pure love.
How did I get here? Was it my self-talks of having made up every word, every thought, and scenario in my head? Regardless, I am more conscious of the thoughts I choose to focus on. Again, I am not dismissing the thoughts, merely acknowledging them and moving on to brighter pastures.
Years pass, and now I see where these thoughts have come from. We are surrounded by destruction and despairing thoughts, robbing us of seeing the beauty hidden in plain sight.
This poem, was written years ago and has a different meaning for me. What does it mean to you today?
When I was done pulling these words onto the page, I realized I had not had any music playing in the background, merely a reflective voice hovering about. “I didn’t have any music playing.” or did I have it playing the whole time, just deep within my soul? Upon this conclusion, I hear “the pain still grows” and I am reminded of In the Air Tonight by Phil Collins. Truly, I have been waiting for this moment all my life.
Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.