PEER MINISTRY RETREAT #2

Part Ii

MY HAPPY PLACE Pt. 2

Nakiya B. Grade12 CRJ

Boom!

The thunder has blown a fuse, A petty attempt from the Enemy.

My eyes drop in a puddle of annoyance. He thinks I can be toyed with.

“Oh, dang it!” I say, unable to see. The light has been stripped away from me.

Sometimes, I hear the smallest creak And jump, wondering what lurks in the dark deep.

I shake off the thought like a wet dog, Praying my fears away.

For I know the house is the source, Old and sore from its past owners.

It is only my imagination.

Speaking of which, When was the last time I tapped into it?

Oh, God! That long?

“Candles, I need candles,” I think as I scramble, Hunting for a source of light Along with a match to bring it to life And restore my sight.

Little by little, lights illuminate the space, Glimmering in the dark And easing my shaky heart.

“Well, now what?” I wonder, Hearing loud claps of thunder.

Chairs gather in communion Around the couch, Hiding under a series of clips With blankets in their mouths. Pillows gather under their shade.

They hold my weight As I lay down, Cuddled in God’s comfort. Meanwhile, my mind eats every word with curious eyes.

Inanimate yet alive, Rivers of words take my mind To another universe

Separate from mine

Through genres of several kinds.

My mouth becomes a crescent moon. I have defeated the darkness With nothing but scented candles, My faith, and the stories I crave. Not even darkness can take those from me.

That is the truth.