Resurrection Poem by Zoe Guillory

I was struck blind.
Trapped in a vat of pure black ink.
No sun. No moon. No stars.
And all I could hear was the sound
of my own muffled screams.
I swam up- or at least,
what I thought was up.
Tried to reach a light.
Or a sound.
Something other than the stench
of Fear and Death.
My veil was lifted.
Slowly, yet all at once.
A light so pure.
More blinding than the black.
Fear, yet reassurance.
Should I go to this light?
Trust it?
The black had become so familiar.
But I had no choice.
It swallowed me-
like a black whole-
and I was suddenly free.