Light after dark By Robert Fullarton Copyright 2016

Light after dark
By Robert Fullarton

Copyright 2016

Whacked like a shuttlecock
Between events
With days like haze that hang
Upon a fragile centre
I hold at the delicate seams
The hinges appear ready to go
At the next hurdle
But the man surprisingly survives
As Ice, Fire, tears, stone and fog endures,
Blanketed, paralysed, frozen and afraid
The faintest light contemplates escape
And seeks joyful eruption

Have you been weathered?
As I have been?
Have you been exposed
Like a cut
In the blizzard
Salted, wounded
And left like roadkill in the wilderness?

Have you been in the dingy attic?
Or the dungeon of your mind
With no map
Or compass
With apathy in memory
Locked in house
Tied in fear
Have home and prison merged
And where prayer becomes a refuge
For the calling of the famished?

The faintest light
Contemplates escaping
From beneath the boulders
That hurt the man intensely

The light seeks to reclaim
All that was lost and once was
The light seeks to brave the darkness
For hope must be stronger than a candle

The faintest light contemplates escape
And seeks joyful eruption