thriving and flourish
don't ask or tell, just be
you see your name, not in lights
but over-lined, blackbook
listed the accused,
the fickle, the trickster
consort of those, undesireable
seeks to know the shadows
whether for protection
or an advantage
it says you want to know too much
when you want to know
what the shadows see and know
because i think they can see
me, too, if you think
sometimes, they tell me
don't be afraid of the dark anymore
you are safe here, sweet child
you are battle-worn
you are a wounded healer
you always have been
let me show you
you didn't believe it before
but you do and you say
now i AM a child of the night
and i am no longer afraid of the dark
and it feels so natural
more than fading in the lights
more than flashes ever have
so you lean into the darkness within you
and you know this is your power
it grounds you
knowing it is not you
who ought to have ever feared
but the things you ran from, before
more alive than ever, those
masters of disguise and things
they intended you to believe they hunt you
all the time running into overtime
night and day, afraid of sudden death
in such, confusing times
blended and switching
bait, with teeth
and a hungry taste for blood
flaring a wicked temper and melodramatics
but you don't know why
but now know you don't have to
you can stop running
you turn around to face it
and you see only yourself there
and you say to what is in front of you
i no longer fear you
i no longer fear the dark, and i won't
not myself or if you leave me
staring into each of their left eyes
every demon, each ghost
all the toxic romance
everything is still
until i break the eternity of silences
when i name them
one by one
at once, i must tell their stories of my life
the sacrifices that i be so wicked here
my grace and my wrath
how i found my it
what i had to do when
i tamed my feral, the hard ways
i did it, punished and conditioned
pain or nourishment
in keeping my perspective nimble
i do not ask or tell the eternal
i am as i am, sure in that
our minds know what our bodies need
so that may our souls be whole
thrive, and flourish
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
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i am only responsible for what i say
:::WARNING:::
not for what you understand
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you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent
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or you may not
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