To my unpaid therapist

To my unpaid therapist: Bossing

i don't know what's scarier—

knowing darkness wants to slowly devour me,

or

me letting myself be devoured by it?

i had lost hope, but you illuminated it away,

you became my light, brightening up a way.

in the coldness of darkness, i was naked,

but your light embraced me, and i felt protected.

you shined differently compared to the lights i've seen before,

the gentle touch and warmth of your light became my fur.

i followed your path to see through, but there was no end.

i kept going, knowing i'd never reach you at the end

so i turned my back away from your light.

i closed my eyes and ran away as i might.

tears fell from my eyes as i saw darkness was no longer behind my trail.

i thought you failed me, but it was i who failed.

you shined too brightly that i didn't noticed i was not left alone in the darkness anymore.

i was too focused on chasing your light that i didn't see what your light had done for.

you unchained me from the grip of darkness

but in exchange you became selfless.

thank you, my unpaid therapist.

-seed