Strange it is, to love a light When darkness rules my glee I am not sure I know this sight As I’m not sure I’m me For in the night, when all is dark How does one know the day? How does one love, when hate intact Berates each shining ray? Viktoria Nikola 2014
My Bleeding Words
by Viktoria Nikola
My Bleeding Words 
7 responses to “To Love a Light”
Great question. The only thing I know is that one cannot see light unless it has been dark first.
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Very true. We live in such a duality. Thank you for readinf
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Yes, we do. You are kindly welcome!
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Very very nice composition, I wish it was longer!
Regardless, two very memorable stanzas.
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Thank you 😊. My poems usually tend to be longer actually, I thought for a change I’ll write a concise and to the point one. But you’re right, there is a lot to unpack in these questions.
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Very poignant and beautiful poem Victoria. I find your two questions so strong.
Well, the day you remember and also it is clear because you see the dark.
Hate and love don’t go together so we should send hate packing. 😊 . It is destructive
and non-creative.
miriam
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Yes hate is definitely destructive. It’s just an interesting perspective when you realize how much negativity surrounds us and yet we choose to love. This is of course admirable and beautiful, but I sometimes wonder if we know the true meaning of love, unhindered by the negativity we see everyday. Just thoughts really – I don’t know the answer :). Thank you so much for reading and pondering with me.
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