Something I wrote.

What divides dreams and reality, what defines the frail and thin boundaries between the real world and the dream? What divides the impossible and the possible? What divides life and death? The answer, like so many, is simple. What defines them all, is our perception of them.

The journey, the path from the light: the shining beacon, the joy, the happiness, the love and the pain and the sorrow. To the darkness. I tried to cling to the light, using it as my anchor, anchoring myself to life.

But then the pain become too much, all I had known was gone. All I had loved was but dark shadows and billowing dust, clouding the sky and twisting the light. Twisting it until what was once a beacon of joy and love became a choked, clogged pit of despair.

So in my despair I looked out onto the darkness, and what had once terrified me with its finality looked more and more like a respite, eternal nothingness. No pain, no hurt, no longing for what once was, nothing at all.

So it was that I cut my anchor away and like a leaf in the wind, twisted by the storm, I let go from the light and travelled to the darkness.

As I hung there, suspended between the light and the dark, I saw my life pass in front of my eyes, saw it all. Saw it all and with the recollection’s came tears of pain, long since locked away in the deepest recesses of my heart, tears that scorched a bitter path down my cheeks and ripped my heart in two with the ferocity of the pain.

But with the pain and aching loss tearing at my heart, something else escaped from my memories, and like an avenging angel it drove away the pain. With its coming I saw the joy, I saw the love and I felt what I had not felt for so long that my heart seemed to burst forth with the joy and exultation. The tears turned from pain to joy within an instant and sprung forth from my eyes like multitude of streams trickling down a mountainside after the rains that like the memories had brought new life to the world.

My heart one again and my soul at peace I struck forth, heading with stubborn determination towards to the darkness. Happy that after so long, all was well with the world.

As I passed through, into the blackness, it felt like ice had been inserted into my veins. My body went as rigid as steel and my brain shut down, my consciousness slipping into darkness. Then with a shock as equal as a bolt of lightning my essence separated from the frail and fragile body and stepped out into the darkness. The slowly glowing like another beacon a light was slowly growing closer and closer.

I tentatively stepped into the light and as I did my heart leapt for joy because standing there waiting for me were all my friends, all my loved ones everyone’s who’s passing had had hurt me so. The joy was indescribable, after so long with nothing but memories that filled my heart with pain and longing, I was home.

By Ben Troke, a.k.a Zelda.

Thats pretty good Zelda, though I'm not into poetry.

Dito. Who can say what is good or evil; just or unjust since what one believes to be good and just may be thought otherwise by another.

For instance Robin Hood. He robbed the rich to give to the poor.

Most people believe he was a good man because he helped the weak... but I don't think the prince thought the same. What about robin being just? He stole (broke the law) to give money to the poor.

Now what if I did the same thing. What if I stole $10,000 dollars from a bank and then gave the money to the homeless and whores. Was I good and just or was I evil and unjust? It all depends on the person percieving the event.

Anyways, enough higher thinking for one day. I suggest you write some more since you have a gift at it.

It's definately a thought provoker.