Jun 2017
Darkness had filled me
Yet
When darkness stayed
Tinges of ray broke through
The rays that felt warm, tender and pure
Though it was dark
I could see
Though i felt trapped
I was already rescued
Though i kept going back
He kept coming back
Rescuing me
From darkness
From chains
From my greedy self
He was that tinge of ray.
Yet
When darkness stayed
Tinges of ray broke through
The rays that felt warm, tender and pure
Though it was dark
I could see
Though i felt trapped
I was already rescued
Though i kept going back
He kept coming back
Rescuing me
From darkness
From chains
From my greedy self
He was that tinge of ray.
This poem is about that one being that was always there for me during the darkest and happiest moment of my life. Who was the ray in my darkest hour and who still is today.
