Out of the Cave

Prose Poetry

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A cinematic ray of light shines through a cave overflowing with late autumn streams. It is a light of promise, a light that remembers me. For years I have wondered, how many seasons must I endure, here in this cold, dark cave — alone and waiting for the warmth to find me? My weary and despondent heart is quick to remind me that the waiting is never done, the waiting is slow to surrender, and the waiting will tear me apart, but how many years have I lived, hiding and languishing under the shadow of fear’s
ill-timed premonitions? Do I dare trust in this light and play a part in life’s most illustrious scenes? Do I dare climb out of the cavernous night and leap fully into the dawn of a glorious day? Do I dare, or do I stay where I am, shielded from all disappointments yet closed off to the wonder I could potentially see? It feels like a conflict, a battle to be won, another struggle where I must prove that I am worthy enough for it, but it need not be. This war of needless confusion and doubt can end, right here, right now. And as I slowly make my way out, a soft hymn resounds from the sky and echoes what my soul has always held onto, a melodic stream of notes that carry the truth. I relax my shoulders. I unclench my fists. I can stand firm without trembling. I can leap without fearing the fall. I can sing in peace as the birds echo my call — with abundant joy and utmost delight. And though the light may not shine forever and the cave may at times feel more like a home than the unknown, I can still try to become all that I want to be.