Poetry: Show Me the Light

DISCLAIMER: I’m not a poet. Actually, I take that back…I don’t consider myself a poet (partially because I don’t believe I am skilled enough to claim that honor), but that doesn’t mean I can’t ABSOLUTELY fall in love with the legato flourishes and poignant movements of poetry. In more ways than one, poetry intrigues me far more than prose ever will, and sometimes, I try. And sometimes, I fail, like we all do, but I try anyways because that’s the only way we learn. Now before I digress and preach ad infinitum, here is “Show Me the Light,” which I wrote in roughly five minutes (which means I’ll probably discover a billion mistakes within the next two days). Enjoy!

There are fish in Mexico
That forgot to leave a trail of crumbs
And found themselves surrounded
By darkness
In the cavernous mouth of
Death.

Shadows engulfed them
In endless night,
Wrapped their heads with black cloth,
Suffocating
Strangling
Smothering
Them.
Destroying them,
Chipping away at their souls
With the false hope of light
Of life.

But they didn’t die.

No
No, no

They survived,
Thrived
Adapted
To death’s plans.

But the perpetual night
Was vindictive
And mutilated their bodies
Twisting their physical state into
Shells of hometown glory, prideful pasts

Blinding, stealing their eyes
“With survival they became hideous”
But they wondered silently
Staring into a void of nothingness
They wondered, pondered
Stuck in reveries forged from
Hope and tears and blood

They thought
If a ray of light were to enter their lives
A single ray

Would it brighten their faces?
Would it warm their hearts?
Would it restore their beauty?
Their life?

Or

Would they fight over the light?
Fight over the chance
To stand in the sun
Bask in its warmth
Spread sunshine over their skin
Like ointment over scars

Would they spread their wings
And fly away with the thought of
Change?

With the thought that the world
Is capable
Of mercy,
Of love.

The fish in Mexico
Remind me
That even if the body falters,
With blinded eyes and broken feet,
With deafened ears and cracked skin,
With open wounds and open hearts,
And the mind fails
The spirit will forge ahead,
And rise
Until ladies become lords
And lambs become lions.

The Mexican tetra
Lives in the dark
Hides from the past
And I wonder
Would I gravitate to the warmth
Of light?
Would I become
Less hideous
If you show me the light?

Hearts and Kisses,
Shouryaman Saha

Inspired by Season 2 of Blacklist, Episode Nine.

P.S. I might return to the Mexican tetra for future pieces (both prose and poetry), so stay tuned!! 🙂