The stage stands bare
As the players slowly move into place
To each play their part
Some in the shadow
Others in the purest of light
Then I walk to the middle of stage
They glance my way
One side snickers
While others smile and wave
They flow around me
The ones that stand in the light
The ones that stand in the dark
I am confused
I cannot make up my mind
Which one to chose
The light of day
Or the dark of night
I would rather hide in the dark
I do not deserve to shine in the light
So confused no more I move to the dark
I watch from the shadows
As those that stand in the purest of light
Beacon me to come and join the light
I turn my back and softly say
‘Leave me alone…I’d rather die’
The ebb and flow of good and bad
Will always be a part of human kind
Many of humanity’s lost souls
Have chosen the dark
They can no longer speak
They have lost the power of words
They are the shadows that now flicker across the stage
I am tired of the dark
I am tired of this hell
Watching from the shadows
They beacon to me once more
But this time I take
The hand that reaches out
Lights blinding
I am afraid to take my first steps
But I am encouraged to do my best
The warmth I feel from each living soul
Just makes me smile with each passing day
To finally hear someone say WE CARE
As made me be, what I am today
©Kaila George 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is thought provoking. Very powerful. I especially like this line, Leave me alone... I'd rather die.