We lie in a room of shadows
and whispered secrets,
of invisible monsters
and disguised nightmares.
Figures dance around us,
taunting us, belittling us,
sliding into obscurity before
we catch a glimpse of them.
Each day it darkens
until oblivion swallows us,
until there is nothing left
but the inky black.
But then the door opens and light tumbles in.
Tripping over its feet,
bumping into objects,
clumsily making its way to the very back of the room.
Hope swells in our hearts
and we step into the golden blaze,
a childish excitement
buzzing in the air.
The taste of reality
fills our mouths,
melted, dripping honey
on a cold winter night.
We relish the taste,
savouring every second of it
before it turns sour on our tongues
and we grimace in disgust.
We scurry back into the room,
and shut the door behind us,
ashamed of our cowardice,
our inability to face the world.
We are afraid of the dark.
But we are more afraid
of what waits for us
in
the
light.
