Monarca Rising

White Light

by Carmen H Gray

Uninhabited

Quiet space

It is that empty side of the home

I keep finding in my dreams

The part I am afraid to explore

Where room after room

Nothing feels right

Things are distorted, broken

I rush to find the back door

Unlocked, unguarded

Leaving me terrified

That I have left a part of myself

Exposed

But this time

I pause to find

It is my sanctuary

Unexplored space

Potential energy

White light that contains

A spectrum of colors

You can only see

From the right angle