Toward Me Poem by MONCIANA EDMONDSON

I go back to where it hurts.
Back to the place where I am my worst.
Cursed to dance the same dance with a different partner.
The coldness of his embrace, so familiar.
I am his slave, I surrender.
Blessed with the light of inner strength, so faint at first.
The longer I look, the brighter it shines.
Emitting the fire of inner power, so hot I fear it will burn me,
It entices me away from those cold familiar arms.
Into the unknown, toward my soul, toward me.