Hour 22 — Journey to the Light

Beth A. Fleisher

Hour 22

Prompt 22:  Choose an image and write a poem about it.

 

Journey to the Light

I am stuck in the darkness,

But the light is in front of me, I can see it clearly now,

Warm and golden inside the basalt cave,

Beckoning me to come.

The journey has been long and arduous,

And I grow weak from the battle.

I am starving for the light, and I’m almost there.

But the worst rocks block my path now,

Hundreds of them, piled deep across the shoreline,

Treacherous to walk across,

Ready to twist and shift under my feet.

But that is the only path to the light,

So I must travel it.

As I step with determination onto the first boulder,

The light from the basalt cave illuminates

A path across the rocks that could not be seen

From the safety of the shore.

Each step I take, each boulder I conquer,

The light in front of me becomes brighter,

The pathway becomes clearer.

Moving more confidently now,

I find the boulders are anchored in my mind.

One final sprint across the rocks,

And I’m standing at the entrance to the cave.

The light is so intense, it penetrates to the bone,

Melting all the frozen places in an instant.

Light becomes music. I am alive. I am whole.

My mind and my body vibrate with the energy,

Resonate with the frequency.

432 Hz. Perfection in sound and light,

The eternal balance for all things.

3 thoughts on “Hour 22 — Journey to the Light

  1. “Light becomes music. I am alive. I am whole.
    My mind and my body vibrate with the energy,
    Resonate with the frequency.
    432 Hz. Perfection in sound and light,
    The eternal balance for all things”

    The climax of this glorious poem is everything. Literally. The anticipation was expertly built and the suspence pulled me in so well. Thanks for writing this it resonates with me in so many ways. 🙏🙂

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