Juls Rich
2 min readAug 18, 2022

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The End of Darkness

Tortured: Part I

Darkness spreads like trickling water on a downhill path….

It slithers its way through my heart.

My thoughts run wild

And chaos takes over.

It draws its power from hopelessness,

And uses my fear as an anchor

To keep me chained to my pain,

Eating away at me like cancer.

Curled up in a corner of the universe,

In a place where only despair can breathe….

It whispers wicked thoughts into my ear,

Trying to break my head into a million pieces.

Oh! How I long for hope’s warm embrace!

Where is the light that brought me life?

Why can’t I find its hiding place?

How can I make my way back from the shadows?

The darkness holds me tight.

Tired and numb, I wait…

But encouragement eludes me,

And time sets its face against me.

I long for the end, but it doesn’t come.

My own frame holds me hostage!

I am tortured by every breath I take.

Yet, my lungs fill with air…. And I exhale.

Raging: Part II

As darkness fiercely sinks its teeth,

The will to fight leaves my heart.

I surrender to its violence,

And my reality shatters.

In desperation, it rages against me,

For it knows that its doom is near.

The onset of light brings its destruction.

It is only a matter of time….

Light comes without a sound.

Its warmth spreading like a tidal wave,

Melting the piercing ice of darkness.

Its nearness emanates hope….

My salvation is nigh!

I can’t help but see it!

When light enters the scene,

Darkness has no choice but to flee.

Darkness’ weapons are useless!

Yet, light needs no sword….

It’s presence commands surrender,

And darkness is undone.

As light takes over my heart,

My dream defeats the nightmare,

Truth is no longer hidden by shadows –

My freedom is at hand!

Victorious: Part III

As soon as light crossed the threshold,

Darkness’ edge moved back.

Its retreating shadow opening the way

For the return of hope.

My weary frame remembered its strength….

I could barely stand up,

But my soul would not quit,

Because nothing lasts forever — not even death!

I caught a glimpse of my strength’s Source,

It stood beyond the darkness’ mist.

Its presence empowered me to soar –

So, I spread out my wings….

My frame screamed at me –

I am alive! I am victorious!

Darkness can no longer keep me,

For its time has passed away.

The light is my homeland,

For I was born under its star.

It raised me from deep waters,

And transformed me into its creature….

In darkness deep I dreamt of light,

For it could not prevent me!

Hope’s light is mine,

Its power will never fail me.

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Juls Rich

I dream & write poetry. I question & write essays. I feel nostalgia & write kids’s books. I live & I write. #writing2inspire