Saturday 18 January 2014

My Old Invisible Light

from "The Nature of Thought" by Gary Knapton

The skeletons in my cupboard
Can rattle like old men’s teeth
All calm on the silent surface
All chaos and noise beneath

One out of all of my secrets
Could make your face turn white
Some little bird told me mum’s the word
I have an invisible light

From before I can remember
To the now as I sit right here
I never saw skin-tight blackness
I never got imprisoned by fear
 
I never got cornered by problems
I swam the African Nile
I never lost hope on a futile task
I ran the additional mile

I bowed to the truth and endured the pain
I stood on Everest’s peak
I knelt and prayed on the cold stone floor
To nurture my sense of meek

My body is pure
My heart is sure
I’m calm when the crowd doth jeer
I oppose the inertia of laziness
I oppose the resistance of fear

I never got blinded by anger
I beat my personal best
I rejoiced in my enemy’s triumphs
Yet I’m bigger than my boasts suggest

When everyone fumbles in darkness
Exposed to the pitch of night
That’s when I’m free
As I can see
I’m lit by invisible light

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