Saturday, February 2, 2019

knowing

i'm done with the
vibrant glow of the
bulb in the night
and how i relied
upon it to speak
to me when
clamoring to safety.
the dark did not
change my trajectory
inasmuch as the light
stole from me my compass.
and the fear i felt at
times was never vanquished
by anything more than
when i closed my eyes.
i don't reach out in the dark
anymore, but rather plunge
forth into it, eyes shuttered,
with knowing in my heart.

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