A House with Inner Light

A fear appears before me

as I traverse terrain.

In the wild, I've survived,

with the lightning and the rain.

From a distance, I keep an eye

on a house with inner light,

and imagine being dry

and sheltered from eternal night.   

Thunder cracks, and I'm not sure

if loneliness can even end,

But I will walk towards my fear

and gift my soul to break or mend.  

Nothing's got the same meaning

after years and years of rain, 

but it's done some useful cleaning

with all those drops of pain.  

Author's Note

I'll come back to this.

Reviews

[Gee]

This has religious overtones as if you have found the big fella upstairs and all is gonna be fine.
A nice rhyming piece.

[Adam Light]

Thanks for the review! Honestly, it's not religious at all, but I see exactly what you're saying. I think it's all kind of the same thing in the end. Whether you're moving towards a person, humanity, God, or oblivion, it's much better than the torture of a self-imposed isolation.

[Gee]

Indeed, we all need social interaction.

[AcasualPawn]

Yes and isn't it to eaaasyyyyy

[AcasualPawn]

Yes and isn't it to eaaasyyyyy

[AcasualPawn]

Yes and isn't it to eaaasyyyyy