On the Edge of the Bright Side

It’s hard to see clearly, when a blinding light

is shining at you from the side that is bright.

Where there are pathways and choices leading to hope,

Pursued by a people who know how to cope.

Meanwhile, you’re on a side that dwells in an ink

So dark, so demanding that you could not think

Of a life in the light, a life lived without it,

A life in a world where the darkness is lit.  

You appear to be trapped, looking on at the fun,

Held back in the shadows and removed from the sun,

Your devils, your demons, they’re holding you back,

From pursuing the happiness you so desperately lack.

So why can’t you transfer to the bright side of life,

Where they are lacking in troubles, in pain and in strife?

Oh, my dear, isn’t it clear, couldn’t you see all along,

That a star cannot shine once its darkness has gone?

Cachella Smith