Darkness II

2016

What if the darkness

I've always felt 

Wasn't her but was me?

Always me?

That would mean I'm wrong.

All wrong.

The blame,

The fault,

Has always landed, squarely,

On her shoulders.

So why, now,

Does it come to rest on mine?

Maybe the darkness never left

And the lightness was always fleeting

Because of me and

Who 

I 

Am.

I don't produce light;

I don't produce happiness.

All the good that touches me

Is borrowed; its not mine.

It never was.

How could I have been so wrong?

This whole time.

All these years...

Why am I pain and misery

And fear.

I want light.

I want love.

I want truth.

I'm ready to say:

Goodbye Darkness, this is our End.

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[Celeste Lucy Zaveri]

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