Shadows In The Deep

Dear lonely isle,

I stand on the edge of a cliff, looking down at the chasm below. And the eternal fall.
That's where I live.
There are times when I turn away to face the sun, but I cannot deny the great nothingness behind me.
Some days I look beyond the clouds and sneak a peek into the paradise in the sky.
Some days I look over my shoulder and stare into the darkness of my soul.
I try to keep myself looking at the sun, willing it to shine past me into the shadows, but everytime I look, they still lurk in my mind.
For some there is only less light and more light. But for me, there is only the darkness, and a night light.
Even as I feel the warmth of light, I know behind me yet another shadow grows.
And even as the light shines all the brighter, I can only think of the darkening shadow, growing longer and bigger.
One day I will be consumed by the pitch black of the night, and without sight, I will trip, and fall over the edge of my sanity, into the everlasting void.
I hope that day does not come.
But still I stand here, waiting at the crossroads.
All point to beyond the darkness, to the neverending dawn, but there is no bridge, no way across to the other side.
And so here I shall wait.
And here I shall remain.

love, joyce.