Darkness

The sun is out
but I’m not ready for it.
The light threatens to show the world my imperfections.
Darkness is comfort.
A way to hide.
Pretend that I fit in.
They all left
but I’m still here.
The darkness a friend.
When I close my eyes it welcomes me.
Holds me
and accepts.
I once ran to the light and was blinded.
Space expanded.
Time – endless.
I had to make a decision,
to stand in place or move.
Was there a point to all of it?
Did it matter?
The darkness is secure.
No choices to make.
Just me.
Nowhere to be.
No place to go.
The sun is out
but I’m not ready for it.