The soul craves to bathe in light,
But sometimes it wishes only to drift far, far away.
The soul burns deliriously putting up the good fight.
Those that lose themselves to the night,
They grapple, crawl, bellow, and pray.
The soul craves to bathe in light.
But once clouds finally depart, through the tenebrous shines moonlight.
Perhaps, those night creatures think, exists a way.
The soul burns deliriously putting up the good fight.
For some time, life seems suspended in this twilight.
Yet, brimming with hunger, they stay.
The soul craves to bathe in light.
Finally, a hand of multiple forms reaches through the murk, and with this they ignite.
In the darkness, they need no longer lay.
The soul burns deliriously putting up the good fight.
Gentle hues of lavender and passionate streaks of scarlet burst through, painting the world alight.
For those night creatures finally found day.
The soul craves to bathe in light.
The soul burns deliriously putting up the good fight.
MaKenzee Van Buren
MaKenzee Van Buren is a freshman pursuing a degree in Sociology and Social Work. MaKenzee is especially interested in using writing and spoken word poetry as a way to connect with and learn from others. In her free time, she enjoys dancing, climbing, reading, and spending time with her loved ones.
