For years I dwelled in subterranean lair,
absent of anything, save total despair.
The darkness became me, and I eventually, it.
The blackness I mirrored, fed and adored.
My veins froze solid, heartbeat ignored.
A void lake. Deep.
Til sunlight broke my trance, with a stray ray.
First recognition of beauty, the gift of day.
I emerged into some world, unsought,
Surrounded by colour, I cowered in shade.
I cursed and I spat, and I hissed and cried.
The coldness I was
thawed, withered, died.
But that was all I had known,
what was I now? No sense of my own
self or place.
A nameless stranger, a pallid face.
The others I met were blind to me.
The sun they felt not, nor beauty could see.
Chanting their questions, rhetorically.
Life was their sentence, equally
lived and served, unknowingly.
Slowly I waded into the light,
Always returning, to the nothing of night.
Until once I did not. I stayed, bathed in the sun.
One life had ended, another begun.