The First Step is Hardest of All
Not seen for what it really is, the light grows brighter still
Nary held by what happens here but judged by what happened there
The light was not there, in the darkness, in the chosen sorrow.
Light is energy, in pure form, positive, unyielding,
Bent but not broken, raced but not beat
Wavering comes in the form of others, gnawing, gnashing
Incisors, canines, yearning for flesh of being
Wanting to rip the world of good, of beauty, of harmony
The choice is ever present, but it is rarely seen
Energies stand, misunderstood, a quandary to almost all
Think real hard, the want for life, the shape that it should take
Be a light, a positive force, and watch the world change.