They shun me, they fear me, They force me to be something I’m not They force me to be sunlight, to dance with pure white clouds and the blue sky Even though I dance with the moon and stars I am darkness
Only the moon knows my pains and my secrets Only the stars wink back with encouragement in my sorrow laments
They say that I should be bright and happy But to darkness I shall forever succumb To darkness I shall find peace With the dark of the night, I shall be And with the winking stars and pale white moon I shall dance
Nyctophelia: (n.) love of darkness or night. Finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness
Day 3 of the national poetry month 30 day writing challenge