The Quickening

There was a time
when I forced my
heart to close.  When
bitterness and anger
were my brothers.

I was young then.

Now, the luxury of
darkness is no longer
mine.  Now, I can afford
only to live in the light.

I am no longer young.
I, like my world, am
past the mid-point, past
the time when cynicism
and doubt are useful, if
not necessary.

I am not quite old.

But I am old enough
to know that even the
moon is light; that
even the night cries
against the darkness;

That we must feed
each other.  Or starve
in the heart of great
plenty.

©sdrogers 2 may 2013