White is unattainable,
In sight- but untouchable;
My stride falls as my breath stills,
The black of the dark is palpable,
Knowing I can’t, I haven’t, and I never will.
Fantom extremities moving toward it;
control an illusion, trapped within dimensions.
A body never meant to succeed- tainted, torn;
For what, then, is this striving for?
My soul longs for the fill,
But I can’t, I haven’t, and I never will.
Lips that crave salt, but a tongue that thirsts for water;
Consuming both in heavy gulps-
Not caring that salt dominates the latter.
This curse I can not handle;
Drowning as I die of thirst.
It is sure I can’t, I haven’t, and I never will.
But holes break through the solid shell;
streams of white pushing through the dark.
The light that comes is not from myself;
It surrounds me despite my efforts.
It tells me to be still;
because He can, He has, and He always will.