The Light

by Meg Baird

There’s a very fine line

Between Love and Hate

Between Loyalty

And Expectations

Between Possession

And Madness

It’s a very fine line

And when it’s crossed

There are chasms

That open and close

They chew you up

They spit you out

They leave a bad taste

In your mouth

There’s a very fine line

Between Loyalty

And Expectations

We have a fancy word for it

We call it Betrayal

Do with it what you will

There’s a very fine line

Between Possession

And Madness

When there’s nothing left to say

And we all get it anyway

There’s a very fine wavy

Dividing line

Encased in a circle

Black White

Love Hate

And a portal in each

For the other to escape

When it gets too dark

Pray

Go to the light

It holds an eternal well

Of sorrow in its Heavenly White

Eye of Black

Eye of White

A very fine wavy dividing line

Encased in a circle

To keep it sublime

To keep it from falling into

A very fine flat grey and dead line

Meg Baird can be found in the ezine archives of Yellow Mama, Twisted Sister, Anemone Sidecar, Open Heart Forgery, Apollo’s Lyre, and Prachya Review, as well as the paper publications Fluidity, CV2: Poetry Only, Expressions, and Fourth Floor Images. She enjoys performing in cafes, libraries, bars and special events. Poetry, her own and that of others, has saved her life on more than one occasion. Say no more!