The light is on, but as it wanes and fades I find myself in darkness
Not scared; not afraid; just in it.
It clashes against my desire for light but it draws out my secrets
Those secrets I have tried to hide;
Yet they sit there visible, here in the dark.
They can cause fear but could it be because:
what is next?
Should I accept?
Should I decline ?
Do you tuck them away ?
Do you turn on the light?