Light

light, wich is anything good and whole

I see a light, it flickers in a dark room,
shadows dance about, I want to run and hide but there is no place to,
all I can do is draw closer to the light, it pulls me in with every glance,
I look over my shoulder, things wisp around me, but the glow has a stronger pull,
there is now a want for the light, a drawing for it to consume me,
I reach my hand out, yet draw it back, there's almost a fear,
a fear it may leave if I let it fill me, then suddenly, it takes me!
Like a hand it grabs me and sweeps me off my feet, I feel fresh, clean and new.
Free now to fly with the light shining from me.