My Cimmerian Land

            

          My Cimmerian Land

                (The land of darkness and night)

Finally, I  walked in there-

To  the  realm  of darkness,

That'd been fascinating  me  for  a  while.

 And  I’d been too naive-

To  think  straight  what  exactly  I  was  doing .

The  moment  I  entered, I  regretted  my  choice,

Everything  out  there  was  pitch  black  and scary.

My  wild-beating  heart  pleaded  me  to  flounce out.

But  a  voice  at  the  back  of my head  told  me  to  stay ;

My  feet  were  glued  to  the  floor,

Not  moving   a  muscle  to  walk out .

Hence,  I  stayed.

I  hied down  to  snoop  around  the  place,

There  was  nothing , save  for  the  darkness  surrounding  me.

But  then  something  caught  my  eyes,

There  was  this  tiny  little  lampyrid –

Casting  me  a look  with  his  head  held  high-

As  if  he  was  the  ‘lamp’  of  the  world.

And  I  wondered  why  I  didn’t  descry  it  earlier.

Then  I  saw  those  teensy-weensy  stars,

That   winked  merrily   at me.

So  that’s  why  they  always  say-

‘Stars  cannot  shine  without  darkness’.

Smiling  at  the thought  and -

My  newly  espied  pulchritude  of  darkness,

I  walked  forth   to  the  marvels  of  the  majestic  Cimmerian shade,

Slowly  beginning  to  love  being  in  here.

Now  it  has  become my  solace,

It  unleashed  the  charm  of  those  small  things,

That  I  failed  to  heed  when  everything  was so  bright.

I  let  my  sobs  out  there  to  lighten up  my  heavy  heart,

Knowing   that  nobody  can  see me  there  in  tears.

And  I  like  to  party  alone  my  small  joys   out  there .

There  is  always  something  about  darkness,

That  is  so  overwhelming.

It  knows  the  real  me,

And  I  know-

I  fell  in  love  with  dazzling  darkness  of  my  Cimmerian  land .

                                                                                                         Neema Thomas, 3051