the light is clarity
it is polished
it is telling
it is what is right
the dark is indulgent
it is haunting
it is delicious
it is secretive
it is truth
are
you who you said you would be?
in the midst of sweepingly subtle
metamorphosis?
when your integrity falls into hypocrisy,
straight from the pedestal you’ve put it on?
when you’re lured into the truth that lives
beyond what your lips have always spoken?
into the dark of the night we fall:
quiet, hushed sounds of our echoing irrevocable truth
the dark is the most fatal temptress
then light comes with the morning (or rather mourning), and it burns
burns truth into our skin
slowly and guiltlessly; delivering a self-reproach too heavy to carry
the light is remorseless
the dark tries to hold the secrets and truths too ashamed to surface...
but they will always finds its way to the light
the dark tries to hold the secrets and truths too ashamed to surface...
but they will always finds its way to the light
are
you who you said you would be?
-S
