Dove | Kiara Swearingen (9)

In the dark

Alone

I see a white bird flying

I do not know how I see it,

There is no light revealing the shape of the dark,

It surrounds me, complete

Except for the white bird

So close

And so far

In the dark

Alone

The white bird flying in

And out of sight

Come

It says,

A soothing whisper in the dark

Follow me,

And you will be free

I follow

Through fields of endless time

Through seas of rushing thought 

Follow, the bird says

And I do

Though surely there are many horrors around me,

I focus on the little white bird

Giving it my life

Only to reach the edge

And be cast down,

Back into the dark

Betrayed

You are never enough

You don’t deserve me

Laughing,

As I cling

To this last stray feather

This

Is the nature of hope

Hope is a white bird

A dove

Come to give light in the dark

But in the end

It always leaves

And now

I am without the very thing

That I thought was most secure