Flickering in a dimly lit room
after instilling life into darkness,
timidly you dance.
In daylight you dance with finesse,
an exhibitionist with elongated flow,
your true darkness does prevail.
Your mood cycles with the moon,
as it shines filtered white into darkness,
creating an ominous eerie side.
I am part human when I dwell inside,
coming to life in darkness and partial light,
exposing all my shadows*.
NaPoWriMo 2017 Day 4
Write a poem with a secret – a word or idea or line
that it isn’t expressing directly. The poem should function as a sort of riddle.