Bright

This light is an assault, 

the warmth of the cave gone, 

A new world surrounds, wind biting into flesh and bone, yet the pain is tolerable. 

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All around is bright.

- Eyes, in reflex, are all but forced shut-

like sunlight reflected off  snow as far as the eye can see. 

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Startling and strange, 

coming from the dark cave 

whos blackness embraces, warm and sensual, mysterious and full of wonder. 

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The security has been shed, 

now like a bird flapping its wings for the first time, leaving the nest

falling,      flying,      into what it is that life has in store - the hard ground or the heavens? 

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No longer is there shelter overhead, 

the bright sky and white desert of light

there is no more answers in the brightness of day, blinding, than in the comfort of the dark. 

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One step forward, 

neck aching to look back, but eyes pulled to the front,

eagerly devouring every sight, tasting moving air on tongue, arms outstretched in waiting.  

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The crunch of ice beneath foot, 

the sting of icey air in wet warm lung, contrast that invigorates;

out of the egg and into the world, fear and wonder are one and the same. 

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