I am in a circle of light. I am
looking at the center, it burns my
eyes but I’ve decided I have
to know what it is. What good are
eyes that are afraid to see?
I’m staring towards the center trying
to focus on shapes. Colors dance
in front of my pupils like
kaleidoscope bits. I’m trying to decide
which shapes are real and which are
dreams. When I pull my eyes away to rest
them, all I see is darkness. Have I
lost them already? I am afraid for a
minute, I balk. But what good am I
if I run away from the fire, with only
burned fingers to show for it? I
have to justify the burning,
I have to make them worth losing.
I have spent my lifetime finding this
circle of light; now I’m here; should I
give up just because this is something
that no one else has ever tried to do?
by Cher Bibler