Afterimage

[refisher]

These are the days
The ones we hold close—
Not for their weight,
But for, I don't know.
The intangible.

An inner calm
Replacing a crippling panic.
A kind of warmth
That is quite fitting within,
Don't disappear.

A hazy afterimage.
What is it we really know?
When I run in place, I'm miserable.
So, I go forth.

My pains are real,
As is so much else.
But I've kept concealed
A great piece of wealth:
Myself.

Some vague future...
Who to be? What to do?
Running without direction is miserable.
So, I go forth.

A Strength I have
It got there on Its own somehow.
No matter the black,
The Light understands Itself
Don't disappear.

A hazy afterimage...?
Don't give up looking for It.
Running in place has no place here.
Go forth.

Go forth.
Don't disappear.
Go forth.