Sparks in the Abyss
My world lies in darkness,
the hole is deep.
For now, my rituals
are what I keep.
My mind grows weary,
It longs for rest.
So I hide in the shadows –
It’s what I do best.
Right now, this feels safe,
a shelter, a zone,
yet still I ache
to find my way home.
But where to start?
How to begin?
How do I reach
the light again?
I try to climb out,
but the walls are slick.
So I sit and I wait
and watch time tick.
It’s easier to stay,
I’ve tried to be strong.
I tell myself,
“Here is where I belong.”
But as I sit,
the darkness near,
something stirs –
a voice I hear.
A spark of light
I’ve carried inside.
Its time has come;
it will no longer hide.
Now I can see –
the walls are not real.
They were imagined,
to mask how I feel.
The light reveals
I was always free.
the home I sought
Was within me.
Offer whatever name you wish to be known by at the hearth today — real or imagined — we look forward to welcoming your words into the circle.