Divinity

Here I stand within false conviction,

I carry on, moving without air.

For hours I delight in this hunger and 

strife, so again I am alone, 

light filtered monotone.

That is when I hear her call;

feel a reassuring hand press lightly,

comforting me with her warmth of divinity.

I remember. 

I remember.

It’s a game we’ve been set under.

All the sweetest sensations

to stabbing salacious sorrow

a test, a test, a test.

And the key isn’t given.

It isn’t earned, or borrowed.

From dark holes filled 

and lessons kept,

we shape the way out.

Carve it from our depths,

our most beautiful work;

most accomplished setting piece.

That of our life, 

and what we seek.