(2008) Across The Light Poem by Deana Rode

I hear a voice...

It calls me beautiful,
tells me I make them complete
professes how happy they are for knowing me...
'Baby, I love you...'

What is this language?

I recognize it, but I've not spoken it for so long
and now I cannot remember...

I feel something moving...

Could it be my heart?

Beats I've long since given up listening for
are starting to ignite slowly inside my chest...

thump. We are beautiful.
thump. We are worthy.
thump. I am loved.

Wait, how do I handle this?
I'm not used to feeling,
not familiar with Living,
Unsure how to react to these sparks
that I've not felt in what seems like a lifetime

And yet...

Across this Valley of darkness
across that endless sea
past the demon's dancing their rings
I see something that blinds my once vacant eyes...

Light.
Hope.
Happiness.

Could it be that the sun is finally rising from beyond the mists
that have clouded my mind all these years?

I feel my soul emerging from its eternal slumber
Smiling at the warmth finally seeping through my bones
silencing the fears
comforting the doubts...

whispering to me
in sweet lullabies
that no matter what the end result may be
our time has finally come...

no matter what happens,
we are ready
and we are at long last free.