Grey-Blue Imagery

she aspires to know what she knew not
knowledge unravels in sharp edged crevices of light
she shuns it
but light is everywhere, she says.

the world becomes her play ground
she notices new swings, new stimulators of the intellect
she notices contradictions, disfigured toys
disillusioned in the dark, she struggles for some light
the light once again shows bright glimpses of the night
she quickly looks away to marvel at the intricacies of her toys
the light was always there, she asserts.

her toys break.
the darkness deludes her existence
a heavy light shines through dark recesses
she notices the novelty of the occasion
everything is different in this light
objects that were once her play mates
now seem odd and dispicable

what seemed satiny and supple
was not velvet but a mud puddle
her favourite corner in the playground
was the home of a pithon
and the friends she sought were merely flowers
whose scent would last not long enough to reach her
but it felt so right, she grieves.

she doesn't know if there's turning back
she doesn't know how to fill the gaps
she wonders where to begin retracing
she wonders when she got detracted
she finds it hard to face facts so tainted

But this journey she most definetely began
will end in triumph, one that no one's ever had
she'll find the light before it's too late
Her Creator, she knows, won't lead her astray...