Fire Against The Darkness Poem by Liz Motter

What will the darkness think of me now?
Would it bother trying to drag me under?
Has it given up on its futile task to dim the fire inside,
Or is that inferno part of it’s plans?

If I met it face to face would I recognize the darkness that tried to consume me?
If I stared it in the eye could I boast of it not having bested me?
Or would I remember those dark times and tremble in fear?
Would I be paralyzed at the thought of returning back to the pit from whence I came?

No, I would let the fire inside displace the darkness that creeps in.
I would rage at the thought that it could try and claim me again.
I would not simply succumb to it’s might.
I would not simply lie down and take it.
This time I will fight.