Note: It’s Always a Dark Topic was the name of my portfolio in creative writing in high school. My writing style has since improved, but I’m still proud of the pieces I’ve put on my site. Looking back, I can see the beginnings of my style, but also some of the mistakes I used to make a lot. Overall, though, I am still proud of these, mostly because I greatly enjoyed writing them at the time. Enjoy 🙂
I.S.H.
The way is blocked.
Heavy, ancient chains
Block the entrance.
They keep this door
In its place.
The monsters
Reach and claw
From the other side.
They fight against these chains.
They are coming for me.
Ancient memories.
Old thoughts of hate.
Evil images.
Feelings of shame.
Hidden from truth.
The spinning wheel.
The passing faces.
The wand’ring thoughts.
The hiding wish.
All trapped, beyond that door.
Cracks have appeared
With the passage of time.
The chains have lost
Some of their strength
To rust and decay.
Someday,
They may break free.
Someday,
They may capture me.
It is only a matter of time.
The question is
What would happen then?
Would I win?
Or would they all
Consume me?
In another place,
In another time,
In another thought,
Everything is different.
Everything is changed.
The bright blue sky
Welcomes us.
It fills all with life,
And light.
And hope.
If we wander,
Then we end here.
Any who may waver,
Must return.
We know this place.
It is a safe haven
For before we move on.
We can only hope
To life out our days
In a place as peaceful as this.
All are loved here.
All are free here.
All are wanted here.
All are welcomed here.
In this place of peace.
The evil thoughts
Have no ground here.
They try to take us,
Only to lose eternity.
All are safe.
Someday, we’ll move up
To what is waiting beyond.
Always remembering
To say our goodbyes
For we never know
When the time will come.
[I have left out the last two lines here for reasons I will not specify. They are a translation to the effect of:]
Up to the gates of heaven.
