Besieged by blazing light
as one door closes,
there is an in-between
obscurity, a light blindness.
A consuming fear. Another
debilitating call to surrender.
It is in this constancy, in trust,
I accede my acclimation.
Missed a couple of prompts this week….life
Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo:
“Last, but not least, here’s our prompt for the day (optional, as always!). Because we’re halfway through NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that reflects on the nature of being in the middle of something. The poem could be about being on a journey and stopping for a break, or the gap between something half-done and all-done. Half a loaf is supposedly better than none, but what’s the difference between half of a very large loaf and all of a very small one? Let your mind wander into the middle distance, betwixt the beginning of things and the end. Hopefully, you will find some poetry there!”