The Light Behind My Eyes

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It is dark.
An inky, cavernous dark.
I squeeze my eyes shut
tighter
an attempt to escape, perhaps.
To hedge my bets against
the ravenous night.
Surely it can’t touch me
here
behind my eyes.

But then my head,
it runs jagged.
Thought to thought,
fear to fear.
A power that lives outside of
me
bleeds into my corners.
The darkness,
it has found
a path.

I push against the skin
hiding my eyes.
The sheath that separates me
from what I fear.
I push, instinctively.
Because that’s what
you do when you feel
trapped.

It is then, as if summoned from the
center of the sun,
that the light arrives.
Swirls and stars,
waves of
orange and crimson.
Fantastical shapes.
Energy.
The light behind my eyes,
it dares the dark,
challenging its power,
its hold.
The light,
inside of me,
burns molten.
The light
it wins.

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Holly Grantham
Holly is a wife, very relaxed homeschooling mom of three boys, snapper of photos, coming of age writer and a soul drowning in grace. After years in Atlanta where she attended college, married the love of her life and lived in an intentional community, she found her way back to her home state of Missouri. She now lives in an antebellum stone house, raises chickens (sometimes) and pretends that she lives in the country.
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Comments

  1. Ganise C. says:

    Gorgeous imagery.

  2. Somehow you always write exactly what I need to hear. Thank you my friend.

  3. Yes, the light arrives. Sometimes we have to wait for it — or at least, we have to wait until we can see it and feel the warmth.
    You’ve given us a lot to think about over the weekend, Holly.

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