I walk under the moons glow
Half in silver light
Half in shadow
Each half wants to own me
The darkness grips me in its power
Binds me to its dim paths
And sad outcomes
The light beckons me to its glow
Its joy, and its promises
I will have to fight to free myself
From the black sad grip
And reach for the lights glad joy.
The battle between the comforting blanket of the dark
And the vulnerability that the light reveals
Weighs heavy in the thought wells of the mind
But the choices must be decided
Between the dark and the light
Each with its pitfalls and its rewards
For now the struggle wages
To and fro
In the end there shall be a victor
I pray it is me….