The light streaks through the opening,
Taunting me, tugging me, begging me
To explore its edges and push myself
Through, so I can learn what is on the
other side. Reflection fractions, glinting
stabbing and making me squint, but
forward I go. Each splash of light is
distracting, and my eyes wander until
the light in the opening brightens and
catches my breath, pulling me by my
fingertips until I can no longer resist.
I fall, tumbling and tripping into the
New, washing away the old with a
Brightness so fantastic that I must
Relearn how to see.
Amber Pierson writes with the intent to pull emotions with her words.