Everything Under the Moon

The Ordeal

Open the curtains, No!
Shut! The light’s too bright.
Her, there, that’s the one.
The curious one, the naïve one.
She searches but she doesn’t see.
She cries to the moon, to the sun, the stars, earth, cosmos.
And begs for a thing she doesn’t understand, that foolish girl.
She can feel it dancing on the tip of her tongue,
Taunting, she taunts back,
And in doing so, finds she has won what
She had asked for.

Now she understands.
Drip, tears drop.
Guilt floods her body, saturating everything in its dark hue.
Heart, eyes, energy, dark, so dark.
Please! Open the curtains! Oh it’s so dark.
She can’t reach them anymore.
She’s fallen into a well, no light can reach her anymore.

There, in that well, the blackness is so velvety black, every sensation,
Amplified. Memories of the sun are all she has.
Suddenly, pleasantly, determination and strength erupt with a great
Bang. She stands up and begins to climb.
Drip, sweat drops.
Her muscles scream,
The darkness beckons,
Demanding her return.
She won’t, she can see the sun!
She climbs up and out.
She is free.
She takes the sun into her mouth,
Swallows. That is where she will keep it. Safe,
Inside, so the darkness cannot reach her.
She has emerged victorious.
Drip, tears drop.

This is a nice poem. It can take on so many different meanings. It reminded me of one of the first spell castings I did. Of course it backfired because I wasn't smart and/or knowledgeable and ended up shooting myself in the foot. This also reminds me of a Pagan in the true since meaning rural and being force to conform. I am really interested in what you envisioned when writing this poem.

All i can say is Wow!

Thank you for the feedback, guys. I had sort of given up on checking to see if I got any, lol.
This was written in this way because I didn't want anyone to actually know what had happened. (I knew it was going to be posted in a public place. As in, where people could walk by and see it.) I did want to be personal with it though. So yeah.

Love &Thanks!