White Light

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

 

 

 

 

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Solitude

“For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of – to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others… and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.”

-Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse

Alone

by Carmen H Gray

I am a stranger to myself

Alone

I am reeling with my thoughts

Alone

I drift in my unconsciousness

Alone

I am a vagabond in an unaccustomed world

Alone

I am free to wander in infinite perpetuations

Alone

I take refuge from the outer disquiet of the world

Alone