As a child, shadows danced on my bedroom walls,

Monsters lurking in closets, under beds,

Whispers in the darkness, crafting fears from the unknown.

A night light, the TV’s glow shields against the night,

Battling the silence, the encroaching void, seeking solace in light.But with years came the unveiling of truth,

That monsters weren’t confined to the corners of my room,

But roamed freely, cloaked in daylight,

Wearing faces of deceit, weaving suffering into the fabric of life.

The darkness, once a child’s simple fear, now a profound, engulfing reality.Yet, in this revelation, a peculiar solace was found.

Let the darkness come, let it swallow the light whole,

For within its embrace, lies a stark, unyielding truth.

Pain, when faced in the heart of night, reveals the contours of our soul,

Forces us to sit with our deepest selves, to confront what we most fear.In this communion with the dark, I learned darkness is not the absence of light but a canvas for the soul,

A space where the pain of being can transform into insight.

Embraced, darkness becomes an unlikely guide,

Leading not further into despair, but towards a new dawn of understanding.Maybe, just maybe, in the heart of darkness,

We find not what we fear, but what we need”

A different kind of illumination,

A light born not of the sun, but of the soul,

Guiding us through the night, towards the dawn of our true selves.