The light had two sides one dark and the other so bright
I was half in silver.. half in black; hence the two halves fight
The struggle between the comforting blanket of the dark and the vulnerability that the light reveals
Weighs heavy on my soul, and my strongest well it steals
But the choices must be decided
as a better life must be rewarded
The dark light makes me pushy, silly, and hateful,
But worst of all I'd get very ungrateful.
I feel as if I'm in a hole
and my heart is as black as coal
while the bright light brings out the kindness in me
I'd be very brave and lovely
my smile would be as radiant as the sun
if you hang with me it would be so much fun
yet, when the two lights struggle..when the paradox is about to start
it would be mystic and can't be called a battle. cause then I can't pull things apart.
Neither is defeated... neither is blinded
However, the dark light is rather eternal and free in mind.
That's why there is a unique dark lighted kind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem