A Good Night
A Perspective on Love, Life, and Self-Worth
Do not go gently into that good night, He said.
What good night? I replied.
What night is ever good?
You lay there in solitary darkness,
Waiting for a sunrise,
To brighten,
Your isolation.
But what about a night spent in the arms of another? He countered.
What arms? I replied.
Those arms,
If they were to wrap around me,
Would be wrapped around the soul of a murderer,
And murderers do not take kindly to comfort,
From the arms of intruders.
What is wrong with comfort? He inquired.
Comfort is brief, I replied.
It never lasts,
Like a warm spring,
Never,
Outgrows,
A bitter winter.
But what about love? He pressed.
Is love not eternal?
No, I insisted.
Love is for the fickle joys of men's hearts,
And for the yearning young dreams of girls minds.
Love is,
What I would call,
A good night.
About the Creator
Amanda Starks
Epic fantasy writer, poet, and hopefully soon-to-be novelist who wants to create safe spaces to talk about mental health. Magic, swords, and monsters abound!
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