The natural highlight.
The elimination of my skin.
The light and essence that it omits.
The shimmer in the way that it hits.
The sun, it's beautiful.
Divided are my feelings towards the light
that's meant to shine nothing but
brightness in my life.
But even the light brings darkness.
As we hide from her glorious rays.
Dive into known ways.
Of darkness or
is it comfort?
Or is it so familiar that the darkness is the comfort?
Our comfort of peace.
Not of the mind but
of the heart and in time it circulates the universe.
She comes back around so strong and sound this time.
She doesn't hide because she is light
We hide because her light is bright and we have no idea how to handle it.
so we hide.
Into the darkness.
Pack our thoughts and enter the cave.
Put on the cloak of emotionless waves.
Strapped on the boots worn by slaves.
Head held down, we are not brave.
Instead, we're weak.
What is it with the light and darkness?
The light of darkness?
There is always light in darkness
we just have to be brave enough to find it.