Some people are afraid of the dark.
The mystery it holds,
The vulnerability it brings to them.
Some people cower away,
Turn on the lights,
Fight to keep that darkness out.
They cry,
They scream,
They run.
But me?
I embrace it.
The darkness brings me comfort,
Serenity,
Clarity.
The darkness gives me something the light doesn't.
It gives me control,
It gives me certainty.
Because I know,
That in the dark,
No one can see me.
No one can see me break down.
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Breath
Poetrybreath /breTH/ noun archaic the power of breathing; life. synonyms: life, life force
