Alyssa Lynn


The Dark


Sleeping in the dark, praying in the dark, loving in the dark, if you think about it we spend a lot of time in the dark. As if we’re so terrified of the daylight, or maybe it’s not the daylight we fear, but what we’ll see when it’s bright enough to reveal the truth. Truth is a scary word, and when it’s dark it’s hard to uncover the truth. Hibernate in the dark we do, not that we must but it’s our nature, our natural desire. Breathe me in, not just in the dark but in the daylight, for in the daylight my flaws are easily seen, as though they’re scars I cannot hide. For if I hide them in the darkness, it’s not just flaws I hide…. but myself. How long can we hide in the darkness? How long must we crawl, being so afraid to walk, to run? Sometimes we must embrace the light, let it “shine” surround ourselves in what we fear, what’s the worst that can happen we’ll “melt”? I will no longer hide in the dark; I will try something new and pray in the sunlight, love in the sunlight. Or even moonlight, after all it is a step up from the dark. A small step, but every step counts.

Submitted: Saturday, January 16, 2010

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