The Dark is Good

It’s cold but it’s comforting,
Welcoming, her only shelter

Preconceived to be bad,
It’s the only thing which keeps her breathing

Conceals all the pain and sorrow,
It has made her numb to all feelings

Who says it’s bad?
The dark is good

But when the lights are turned on,
The rays pierce through her eyes like knives

Agony and heartache hit her together,
The lights make her unarmed to her demons

Revealing the harsh truth,
They make her vulnerable and weak

Who says the dark is horrifying?
Horrifying are these blinding lights.

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