What I Love About The dark

There is nothing nicer than closing your eyes

And knowing the world can no longer harm you

That darkness is a choice, not an inevitable weapon

It is a comfort that the light switch is no longing resting in someone else’s hand

I could open the curtains, start opening my eyes

But the world, my head, feels too busy

Like ants weaving in and out my synapses

Endlessly working for no good reason

She holds my hand, you will find a reason she says tenderly

Her love and the dark is like a warm hug

My spine feels as if it is crumbling for lack of that

My nails peel off and bleed

Everything hurts and glows red

We will stay still under a heavy blanket

Wrap ourselves up – perhaps that is another safety

One that we have taught ourselves

Today we will move and eat things we can easily swallow

We try our best to get by

With the peace of darkness hopefully we will even learn how to grasp living again.