Accustomed to the Dark

Nine months of incubation –
dark, watery womb of life –
emerge to blinding brightness,
learn to covet the light –
yet our soul struggles, defies
ego’s hold on certainty –
fights against conformity,
draws us back to the tomb –
deep into the mysteries,
where discomforted, challenged
we grow accustomed to the dark.

(For Reena’s Exploration challenge, which this week asks us to end our work with: “We grow accustomed to the dark.”  Image from personal collection.)

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21 comments

  1. VJ your poem evoked some powerful images for me. I think one’s mood can so easily become a creature of the caves, dwelling in darkness. I also thought of Gollum in the Tolkien story, how he devolved over time… Good writing, VJ!

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