“The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light; they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined.”
Raised from the dust to manhood in ignorant bliss
Never upon my cheek have I felt Truth’s burning kiss
I could have skulked on fettered amidst the black forever
Unknowingly drowned in inky darkness unable to sever
Such existence was the birthright of us all
Huddled in a fallen mass so large yet small
Until it came to us in such fearful power
Burning our eyes was the infinite tower
Composed of pure Light, radiant and pure
It was mercilessly True and here to cure
But I am not in need of release from disease
I am so entwined with it, it has become my ease
The great Light is hard and burns my eyes
While the dark lets me wallow in my cozy lies
I crawl back to the anonymity of the unknown
Clinging to the dark crevices where Light has not shone
Leave me be, Light, let me alone
The shadow is all I have to call my own
When I was still a child I could have been reached
But I am now too practiced in all the dark does teach
-CL Fuqua
