a friend once told "come with me"
I didn't know how to react
you see I've spent most of life hiding from the light
I would spend my day absent
in darkness and in time
there was no hope of liberation for me
truth is even in the absence of light, it would still find it's way to me
but always blocked by the who, what, why, when, and where
it was up until I realized the because
Because of my fear of not knowing, and knowing that my fear would prevail and overcome me
I built a wall, mentally and close to physically
but that the old me,
I've found the light that takes me to the presence of other
so I grab my friends hand with grace and diligence,
ready for the truths of life
that the presence that surrounds me is something greater then all of us
just me as I am