Poem: Hall of mirrors

Surrender to fall
once again into darkness
the inevitable call 
and the question to ask is: 

How long will you resist
feed the fears of the past
knowing it will persist
until you face it at last?

In the hall of mirrors
inescapable maze
longed-for freedom delivers
a force best known as grace.

Heart towards the sky
reaching up, open wide
the only way to fly:
love the dark like the light.