Submitted to dVerse

Not a bright light desired to follow
Not a cushion to ease the pain
Not a luxury to overlook
Yet, an adverse tirade to open doors

A darkness to silence an old stale light
A hardness to shock the senses
A peril to bring forth a new focus
Yet, a bridge connecting to welcome doors

Not only met after death, but in life
Not a station to reach, just seek
Not circumstances, experience
Balance the presents and all is content.