The Darkness Still Resides

The darkness still resides

It lies deep down in my soul

Waiting to get a hold of me

Once more I lie in wait

Waiting for the darkness to over take me

The fear and doubt are embedded into my soul like nothing I have ever felt.

It resides there like a living, breathing, moving object that nothing can kill or fully extinguish.

I wait for it like a passenger waiting to board a train.

Only I am tied onto the tracks and nothing I do has any effect.

I am bound to a wall

Nothing can move me

My wrists and ankles have been slit

I am bleeding out in pools of crimson

And yet I still see a light in the darkness

Something that is shining bright enough for me to almost gasp from the pain of it

But I dare not look away for fear that it will not be there when I look once again.

The light grows closer and brighter still.

As it grows it forms the image of a white rose.

And the closer the light gets to me the stronger it burns until I can't help but close my eyes

But before I do I see an outline behind the image of the rose.

The light shines brighter as I close my eyes as if to erase every ounce of darkness that I can create

Down to the most simple things even behind closed eyes.

The light softens and soon it is just a gentle glow

I reopen my eyes and the rose has bloomed in full the light it gives off is warm and welcoming.

Then as if from nowhere I watch as two pail hands appear and cup the rose in them.

I blink rapidly a few times to see if maybe I was dreaming

But I know I am not as a face and body appear as well.

Their face is hidden behind hair almost as black as the darkness surrounding me

They bring the rose up to my eye level

Not a muscle twitched on the figures body, but I could suddenly see her eyes

For you could not mistake that face for anything but a woman.

She looked at me as if her gaze should mean so much more to me than a stranger in the darkness

But all I could do is look back at her with surprise

I felt the shackles holding me loosen but they didn't break.

Then as she looks at me a can feel recognition slipping through the air tight darkness

Then as I stare on a pair of black wings flair from behind her and the shackles shatter

I drop to the floor I am too weak to rise

I feel a wave of something I have not felt in a long time and then I feel her hands slipping under me

She picks me up and looks me in the eyes

Three words come to mind when I see her eyes that are the most beautiful brown I had ever seen

My Dark Angel

She was here to save and guide me to what or where I cannot say

I look for the rose and all I could see is an orb of light and I knew that it was the rose

It represented the hope in the darkness

But even though I now walk with my Dark Angel and the hope of life follows me

The Darkness Still Resides