The Escape Artist: The Light Trilogy

Behind the mask of metaphor, we disappear into light,
You become the hero of your own story—disappear into light.

Each stanza builds a secret door, a hidden passage home,
Through corridors of courage, we disappear into light.

The coward finds their warrior heart in verse,
The timid soul learns how to disappear into light.

In sonnets, you are Shakespeare; in haiku, you are storm,
Watch your former self completely disappear into light.

Maya Angelou taught us: words can cage or liberate,
Choose the keys that help your fears disappear into light.

What brave persona calls to you from between the lines?
Step into their skin and disappear into light.

He who writes this, knows the secret well—
In poems, all our limitations disappear into light.

Disappear Into Light - I

I found you in the margins where my doubts once lived,
Now even my shadows learn to disappear into light.

Your voice became the compass when I lost my way,
Through love's sweet labyrinth, I disappear into light.

Each whispered promise writes itself across my skin,
In your arms, all my defenses disappear into light.

I am Juliet upon her balcony of hope,
You are Romeo—together we disappear into light.

The cynic in me softens at your gentle touch,
Years of guarded walls now disappear into light.

In your eyes, I glimpse the poet I was meant to be,
My former lonely self begins to disappear into light.

Neruda knew this truth—that love transforms the tongue,
In passion's verses, we both disappear into light.

What tender words await us in tomorrow's dawn?
Hand in hand, we'll watch the darkness disappear into light.

I, who once believed in solitude's cold comfort,
Now write our love story as I disappear into light.

Disappear Into Light - You

You wake before dawn, and the world is still holding its breath. The coffee maker gurgles its familiar morning song, but something has shifted in the space between sleep and waking. You catch your reflection in the kitchen window—backlit by the rising sun—and for a moment, you don't recognize the person staring back. There's something luminous there, something that wasn't there yesterday.

You've been carrying this weight for so long, you'd forgotten what it felt like to stand upright. But now, as you pour steaming coffee into your favorite mug—the one with the chip on the handle that you refuse to throw away—you realize the weight is lifting. Not all at once, mind you. It's more like watching snow melt in spring: gradual, inevitable, transformative.

The morning light streams through your kitchen window, and you think about the ghazal you read last night, how it spoke of disappearing into light as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You used to think disappearing meant erasing yourself, making yourself smaller, more palatable to others. But this—this is different. This is expansion. This is becoming so much yourself that the old boundaries can't contain you anymore.

You remember the first time you spoke your truth aloud. How your voice shook, how your hands trembled, how you expected the world to end. But it didn't end. Instead, something began. The people who mattered stayed. The ones who didn't, well, they showed themselves the door. And you learned that authenticity isn't about perfection—it's about presence. It's about showing up as you are, cracks and all, and trusting that you're enough.

You step outside, and the morning air kisses your skin. The neighborhood is waking up around you: dogs barking, car engines starting, children's laughter echoing from nearby yards. You're part of this tapestry now, woven into the fabric of ordinary magic. You're not disappearing from the world—you're disappearing into it, becoming so integrated with the pulse of life that you can't tell where you end and everything else begins.

The sun climbs higher, and you feel it: that gentle dissolution of the old self, the one who apologized for taking up space, who dimmed their light so others wouldn't feel overshadowed. That person is fading like morning mist, not dying but transforming, becoming something more essential, more true.

You understand now that this is what it means to disappear into light—not to vanish, but to become so authentically, brilliantly yourself that you merge with the very essence of what it means to be alive. You are not less than you were. You are infinitely more, spread across the spectrum of possibility, luminous and unafraid.

The day stretches before you, full of potential, and you step forward into it, ready to disappear into light.

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