Sunlit Existence.

Could be the last one for a while people.

Experience and wisdom are meaningless 
when opportunity rests at your feet,
along with the knowledge that battles are short but wars never end.
I wager with the sun that it will cease to exist
if I cease to believe
in the inevitable rise and fall
it's sinking orange warming, where I live, in the days.
If I shut it away, it exists but doesn't live
  it will slither through the cracks
and seep through the windows
calling me back
to fly too close and melt to nothing.

My home is winter, the cave is impenetrable ice
a womb heavy with seasoned ills and angst.
Cocooned in self pity, frozen in the hope the shadow breaks
My mother is severe and cold
she calls the silence to a whisper and it falls like snow
smothering daybreak from the hills
fending sunlight from my world.

Reviews

[Magdelena]

Wow, great images flowing throughout here.. I so loved how you brought this forth.. The dark places we sometimes dwell, well you nailed it all in this piece.

Your last stanza, brilliant!

Hugs
Mags xx

[Matthew D. Ford]

I absolutely love this! I've always loved poems that had nature themes. I wrote a poem like that a year ago. I should put it on here. But I love the way you wrote this piece, as if you are trapped in your own fears and terror, and everytime you have a chance to escape, you are to afraid to rise. But then the sun could also mean self-destruction, "fly too close and melt to nothing." Brilliant piece.

[Jim Parson]

We all live in a dark place occasionally and you've captured that well here. A really excellent piece, Robyn.