IN BETWEEN DARK LIGHTS by Victoria John

From Pixel.com

Slowly stepping into the dark, seeking that which is far. Many can’t see it, they

are not me. Driven by the emotions crawling inside me. There are no

roads, no bridges, no trees, no marks, no colour, no sun, no traces on the path I
walk.

Swallowed up by fantasies not meant to be, I only beg to feel the earth
beneath my feet as I struggle to find my way.

Oh how I long to be free!

The end seems a bit too far. The voices in my head are an avalanche of screams.

I will fall without a fight. I will dive into the ocean; deep into the silence.

I will sink further away from the mysteries I yearn to but can’t solve.

Who am I? What should I be? Am I enough already? What does the world see?

Are there many more like me?
Let me into the darkness. Let me into the
light. Let me breath. Let me live.

Oh how I long to be free!

Cold waters have become too friendly.
It’s not my body which needs to be saved

nor my mind which wanders lost. It’s the soul that needs rest.

Not too far on the other side is where I long to be. What becomes my story if I

shut my eyes, spread my arms wide apart and take flight into the light? Will it feel

better to bleed till my sorrows empty themselves off me?

Oh how I long to be free!

I am jealous of the butterflies; enjoying the sun; embracing all of its glory.
Happily

moving like fishes in water. What
gives life meaning? What defines the beauty in creation? What does it take to

be truly alive? Who built these standards? That to be alive is to shoulder a burden?

Shall I continue to be afraid of the reflection I see?

Oh how I long to be free.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Victoria Oiza John stays in Calabar, and is a student of International Relations University of Calabar, Calabar. Enjoys listening to music, traveling through novels, and is interested in fashion.

1 thought on “IN BETWEEN DARK LIGHTS by Victoria John

  1. Khaleb says:

    What does it take to be alive, most humans are dead while living.
    I just want to live and feel no pressure of not meeting up. Nice piece

    Reply

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