Memories of the Sea

The Darkness Knows My Name

The darkness knows my name. It's calls out to me in the black of the midnight sun. Those early morning hours when slumber slips from my tightening grip and runs away from my mind it slowly creeps in and takes its place.

The darkness knows my name. It scratches at my throat trying its hardest to keep me from speaking my truth. It screams to me that everything's my fault when my heart tells me that it's false.

The darkness knows my name because it's me.

This darkness is me. It's who I am. It's my worse enemy. It tells me that I'm not worthy. It tells me that when I look in the mirror, I'll see nothing but disgust and disgrace. It tells me that my anger should turn into rage. It tells me that love is not mine to keep. It tells me that I'll never be able to do anything right.

It tells me that I should believe what it says because in the end, you can only ever trust yourself.

But what if you fear yourself? What is you fear your capabilities. What if you fear that this inner battle will break you down more than you have been.

Break you down more than those red eyed monsters that leave you empty like discarded beer bottles thrown away by some drunkard.

Our minds are molded like clay into thinking that no one will ever love us. That the only person we can trust is ourselves and with that we have to make do.

But I'm here to tell you that yes, the darkness knows my name. But the light does too.