Shadow


I think I am less afraid of the dark

than of the light.

There is a magic there

hiding in the unknown

and I too can hide 

and seek comfort there.


The light is a different matter.

Exposing that which should be hidden.

Shining into my hidden places

and yours,

exposing us to view.


I am afraid to see these hidden places.

Afraid of what the light will reveal in me

and you.

What lies beneath the skin is best hidden 

in the dark, lost where the shadow falls.


I don't know what the light may reveal

only that I'm afraid to see it



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