I met the darkness as a child
it seemed to dwell among the trees
when night had fallen on the woods
to cast a chill upon the breeze
although I knew the gentle day
and guardians of innocence
the sunset brought an evil cloak
and banishment of this pretense
but as a man I often sought
a tangled wilderness of doubt
as if to finally conquer fear
to drive the dreadful demons out
so as the light at last is quenched
again I'll wander in the wild
at home again but free of dread
where still my heart remains a child
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To combat darkness without fear is what man learns in his lifetime. The child in us never dies but he learns to face darkness without screaming. A profound work. A10
Thanks Nosheen. My poem may be an idealization of that process but I have to believe that conquering fear is possible.