Beyond The Shadows Poem by April Humason

I walked beside the Light of truth,
Yet shadows tightened in my youth.
His voice was close, His touch was kind,
But tangled darkness filled my mind.

Silver whispered through my hand,
A quiet price I couldn't understand.
One simple sign, one trembling breath,
And love was traded in the breath of death.

The night grew louder than my name,
My heart became a house of shame.
The sound of guilt would never rest,
A storm exploding in my chest.

I wandered roads that had no end,
No voice of comfort, no true friend.
The weight of what my flesh had done
Outran the warmth of rising sun.

The silver burned within my palm,
A hollow price without a psalm.
It rang like chains inside my chest,
A restless, suffocating unrest.

The world grew thin, the silence loud,
I could not face the fearful crowd.
My soul collapsed beneath the stone
Of knowing I had stood alone.

The heavens did not strike me down,
There was no fire, no thundered frown.
Only the lie I chose to believe:
That mercy had no room for me.

And there within the shadowed air,
I stood in ruin and despair.
Not chased by God, not hated still —
But lost inside a broken will.

Yet mercy lingered just beyond,
A whisper I could not respond.
Not absent — just out of sight,
Still waiting in the edge of light.