I fear the light. 

I fear being in the light. Being in the light has damaged me. I was in the wrong part of the light. A single light shone on me and the creatures of the dark pounced. How am I to tell the difference between dangerous light and safe light?

I avoid the light but there is something pushing me into it, reassuring me. I don't trust this thing, not yet. I fear that I will trust this thing, very soon in fact, and I will step into the light. Not the same light, though. This light will be addicting, never ending. I will need this light.

I fear the need I will have. I can already feel its pull. I fear that I will forget the dark and depend on this light. I fear that I will blindly follow this light. This light, however, will lead me into darkness, a foreign darkness. 

This foreign darkness has dark creatures in it. Creatures, I wouldn't have faced in years and would've forgotten. I fear this darkness will be my end if I am not strong enough.

I fear the end of my journey.


Yet, if you ask about my life, all I will say is this.

I am not without fear but I am with freedom that others don't have.

For that, I am thankful.