There was once a time not long ago when I would run for cover before the sun rose to smile upon us, for I felt its light would put my scars on display for all to witness. As I ran into the house for cover I would close the drapes to block the light that shine on those who wanted to be seen. As I waited impatiently for the shadows to begin their journey to cover me, I often wondered what the warmth of day felt like when the darkness was away. After breaking free from my thoughts of the past I sit in bed observing the clock on the wall. As the darkness arrives she attempts to seduce me with her full shadowy figure, but she is not as attractive as she once was.
“The light shines in darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”