Poetry

Life Underground

If you live underground,
you don't see the light;
you don't see nothing at all.
Yes, that's what they told me,
and what I believed,
until I took my great fall.

At first I was blinded
by stars glaring bright:
leaders of light but not fire.
Like a shadow I followed
fads and illusions,
and saw myself living high.

And I followed the crowd
into the darkness,
and I saw nothing at all.
I saw not the darkness
around all my life –
how much I'd put on the shelf.

Then I turned from the light
just for a moment
and found myself underground.
I saw fire burn brightly
and light seared my soul:
I felt myself falling in.

the world seemed unreal:
my idols had lost their sheen.
So I walked beyond light
and felt myself falling
into the fire's salvation.

They say:

If you live underground,
you don't see the light;
you don't see nothing at all.
But my fire burned brightly
and light seared my soul
deep in the fire's salvation
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