Feelings of insecurity, wishing not to be nervous.
Looking into the light for the first time in years.
So much time spent in the dark. Spent keeping all the light out.
Wishing all could come to an end or at least a stand still.
Wishing for the possibility that maybe, just maybe the pain could stop.
Wishing all this in the past, for god knows how long.
Then breathing air again, like it was for the first time.
Seeing sunshine in all of its glory. Remaining a man in a hole no longer.
Bringing the day light in to cast out the darkness.
For the darkness dares not venture into the light.
Waiting for these things pause now. Waiting in quiet desperation.
Wishing to return to it, to return to the darkness.
The darkness is so cold, the darkness is so scary.
The darkness is so painful. But the darkness is known.
The unfamiliar is being rejected.
Copyright © Joseph Silva | Year Posted 2007