No matter how you view it, death is never the end... |
(This is not exactly my view on rebirth, nor is it what I believe in myself, but perhaps the afterlife differs from person to person, depending on how said person lived, the choices the person made. Nevertheless, this poem was inspired by another one of my restless dreams.) REBIRTH So bright, it shines Under the closed door So alive, this light It draws the darkness To its vibrant gaze. There is nothing like it I’ve seen before Noiseless, yet so loud It swallows me whole Leaves me in a trance. Lived inside the black For so long Floating in a nightmare Swimming in nothing An eternity of descent. Even a dim light Like the small slit Underneath this door Would blind me now Have me frozen in terror. White death, I am sure Awaits me on the other side But am I not already? What of this nothingness? What choice have I? Had I a form Surely this light Would have burned it As it was, I found myself Drawing near the white death. I’ve become too close I want to stay The darkness is my home The blackness my friend The light overpowers my will. Had I eyes I would bind them shut The knob on the door Starts its slow turn The dread behind it unimaginable. The white death appears On the door’s side Growing, illuminating all else The dark behind me no longer there The door itself disappears beyond. Had I legs I would run away But the light has won It envelopes me A new eternity is upon me now. Something strange has happened There is a new feeling The terror has been replaced A dead calm has risen A peace within this light. The light dims An abrasion of my fingertips Against solid earth I can see again And with sight, I view the sky. Never had I imagined A more beautiful landscape Even in my restless past Under the earth’s cover My back against earth’s crust. With this new body I push myself up I behold my destiny Outward from this empty field Onward toward a fresh life. END |