in the soft midnight,
when velvety darkness surrounds like a mother's embrace,
holding me close and secure,
shutting out all the world,
i'm left with just my thoughts,
my fears,
the bare rock of who i am,
and i have the choice -
whether to look at it and "be"
or to change it.

sometimes, a change is needed,
but not always,
and to know when and how,
i search the embrace of the night,
and i find nothing -
for the answers are never found in the darkness.

i must search the light.