My Ending, My Beginning

What's on the other end of the light?

Cold. So very cold.

Alone. utterly.

Dark, dreary road.

I walk defeated.

A light approaches,

Pierces my night eternal.

 

Like a flame to a moth,

I am drawn.

Beautiful ray of light.

Schimitar of brilliance.

 

It beckons.

Calls to my weary soul.

A vestigial virgin,

Undulating in pure white.

 

A broken soldier,

I stand defiant.

The light approaches, relentless.

I stand waiting, defenseless.

 

A million thoughts flutter,

Floating on gilded wings.

I reach. They drift out of reach.

 

Alas! At last!

My light! My illuminated salvation!

Finally, my end is at hand.

In that, my beginning.

I will know peace.

I will...

 

I will...

 

Stare into the abyss disappointed.

My light. My salvation.

It is not to be.

On the other side of the light,

He stares at me.

 

Patiently confused,

He is

Waiting.

So I sigh.

Embrace my ending.

Begin again.

My beginning.

 

Author's Note

I appreciate all comments and welcome any suggestions.

Reviews

[Robert Luna]

Sorry took me awhile to get to this. Fried my modem last week and have been out of the internet realm due to it.

I truly loved this and the struggle within it i feel myself being pulled into in a sense. Feeling the imagery of your words display so carelessly in my mind's eye as I watch a vivid scene of life unfold right there in front of me. I truly loved this and the thoughts it place in my head. This will be going into my favorites.


Great JOb!!!!!

[Ahmad Alhour]

I think it's an indirect dialogue of life and death and the one you talked about at the end is God...
Like your life it about to face it's end and your other journey is about to begin the moment the first one ends...

Nice!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Love is certainly a battlefield or so it seems at times and you must be weary of enemies posing as friends... Your words strongfully capture those times of betrayal of the heart with deep emotion... Awesome piece.

[Travis Lawrence]

I get the sense that this is about searching for love, and how often it ends in disappointment. Am I right or wrong?

"Like a moth to a flame,
I am drawn."
-- I like the simile, but what if you switched "moth" and "flame" around, into "Like a flame to a moth". I like the way that give the fire the motion, it's just a little twist.

Thanks for sharing, this is quite a nice piece!