Dark Thoughts

A blade of grass,
A knife's edge.
The arch of green.
The spear tip

Pushes against my foot,
Crushed.
A paper cut.
The smallest incision

I feel the nick,
I feel the itch.
It spreads within me.
Slowly it warms

Me, from within
Like embers re-igniting.
The spark ne're lost
Rekindled.

A pinhole
Torn in my skin
A splinter
Of barrier rock

Falls...
Silently...

The light, floods the darkness.
Shakes from it's back, the cobwebs.
Waves of dust and fear cascade,
The ages, creak, re-awakened.

Such warmth.
Such illumination
Such a tiny portal
Grows... even now

It Grows
And Warms
And Lives Within.