[SONIC GAIL]

The Light Catcher

She was once very certain. She was certain of her place; certain of her future. She arranged all of her belongings in a certain way. She had certain habits. It was not until just recently that she had picked up a new certainty. She struggled with it at first, but eventually gave in. She really didn’t quite know what she was doing, but she was certain she had to do it.
Her logic screamed “No! You are going the wrong way!” but she was certain that she must go in that direction. So in that direction she turned, and in that direction she went.. As she had anticipated, many stumbling blocks were laid in her path; but as she saw it the pain she endured along the way was outweighed by the touches of happiness she gained.
She pained others as well. She did not want to be the source of sadness and suffering, yet she still held on to the belief that se was traveling then correct path. Today she cries inside. She does not understand, nor does she desire to venture out of the world she has built in her head.
They behave a certain way on some days, yet differently on others. She ponders whom she should put her faith into; the lion or the sheep. The lion is aggressive, but the sheep lies to itself and is scared of her. The lion roars out the truth. He is not afraid of anything.
All she really wanted was to have some fun; to be set free. It was becoming more and more apparent that no matter what little glimpse of light she captured, she would never be free. The light was not her’s to take and she was not the light’s to be taken.
She wanted to go. She wanted desperately to run, but responsibility was hers. It had already taken over. She loved the light though, and she could not help but to be drawn in to it. Sometimes she thought that the light had rebuked her. She would sob for hours, but she misunderstood the light. The light only meant to keep her out of harms way.
She dwelled in darkness. She prayed the light would hear her. The light held everything she had always hoped for. Maybe one day it would recue her.
Now she wails and moans because the light no longer falls upon her. The light won’t say it, but it cannot fall on her right now. All she can do is hope that fate will let it one day be, and clutch tightly to the few memories of capturing that light before having to release it back to the sun.