The Silent Witness

To be free of suffering,
And sail forever in happiness,
Desired I.

But the desire turned an impossibility;
As without darkness could light ever exist?
Take the one and other’s inevitable;
Oh! pity to all for their ignorance,
Of the nature of polarity that surrounds,
Running from sorrows towards joy,
But could day ever by without a night?

Thus I sat hollow within,
Neither ran away nor chased,
And as all the negativity appeared,
I watched;
And as all the positivity surrounded,
I watched;
In my watching, they emerged;
In my looking, they manifested;
In my witness, they departed.

Here I sat the silent witness,
Beyond all happiness and all suffering.

Thank you and deep gratitude for reading my poem. Have you ever been the silent witness?  Tell me what do you think about it? 

Ps: I mostly write with my feelings and experience, and not to fill the word limit, so have to include these lines in every poem as they are shorter than one one-fifty word to publish.

Image credits:   Mountain Vectors by Vecteezy