Always the Light
Snide shadows haunt me.
In my room.
Alone.
At night.
They beckon me.
Come.
Fall.
Trip.
Grovel.
They are a snare to my sanity.
A bludgeon on my attempts at purity.
Shattering resolve.
Annihilating control.
Sneering at me from corners of my past.
They taunt.
They caress.
They deceive.
But I am alone.
In my room.
At night.
Alone.
Resistance is the only escape.
But frailty sometimes sheers bits of tenacity.
And fall I do.
Trip I do.
Alone.
In my room.
At night.
Those moments reveal the severity of grace.
The severity of devotion.
Without grace I am a snide shadow haunting myself.
So the light must come.
It must redeem me.
Alone.
In my room.
At night.
Sometimes on the floor tears streaming.
Sometimes in bed guilty and ashamed.
Always the light is the answer.
Always the light dispels the taunting snide shadows that haunt me.
Always the light.
Always the light.