The other day in therapy we talked about my fears.
She asked me why I was afraid of the dark.
At the time I didn't know, I've always been ,
I guess I've never been scared of the dark
I guess I've always loved it
But I've given it some thought and I've noticed
The dark holds untold secrets
It is something you cannot run from
You can't say I'm ugly, you can't say I'm tall
When it comes, it is usually unexpected
And it envelopes you
You'll be forced to listen to my personality and my call
Until you become enclosed in everything else you're afraid of
The dark holds your freedom
Because you can hear my voice and hear my movement
You can't hear my smile and you can't hear my touch
And refuses to return it to you
I'll always be more than enough... In the dark
At night dark becomes powerful
Because there is no escape
Everyone's equal, you don't have to be shy.
It's so much easier to cry without light
No amount of light is bright enough to ***** out the dark.
You and I have the same amount of pride.
The dark holds you
In an intricate web of danger and exposure to things unseen
Worst of all,
The dark holds me
And I, do not enjoy being held by things.
Why is everyone looking for the light?
When it's so much easier living at night.
**In the dark