Safe From The Light Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

I lie down in the shadows
where no one can reach me

My seventh and last
place to hide

The sixth was a funeral,
the fifth when in hospice

The fourth was each time
that I lied

The third was a promise
I made to a girl

That she took
to her own grave

The second a promise
I made to myself

From a vision
my Grandmother gave

The first was the darkness
where I exited that world

On a day that was
cold and bright

Now the process is finished,
as I hide for the last time

In the shadows
—and safe from the light

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2010)