The Dark

In the dark is where I feel safe.

It’s a place where no one can hurt me, where I can nestle safely in the blackness.

It wraps around my cold body like a blanket, completely enveloping me in its dankness.

Behind my closed eyes, I can float around freely, bobbing from side to side. It’s a place where only I exist, and this is a good thing, because I’m the only person in this world who doesn’t want to see myself hurt.

In this cruel world, I’ve learned that people don’t care about my well-being. I’ve learned to adapt to this, like a wolf thickening its coat to prepare itself for a bitter winter. I’ve learned to gnash my teeth at those who try to rip me to pieces. I’ve learned to train the hairs on my neck to stand on end when someone gets too close.

My heart is tender, fragile. I’ve learned to lock it up tight behind my chest, not allowing it to feel a thing. Because if I ever let it free, it would only get damaged. Then how would it heal? Because time, in fact, does not heal pain. It only numbs it. But the pain is still there, nestled deep in your soul, just waiting for something to rip it open like an old wound. Then the process starts over, and you have to dig the hole again, and toss your heart inside, burying it deep inside your soul, where no one can touch it again.

So even though it seems gloomy, even though it might be depressing, darkness is my friend, my companion. It listens to my every problem, it doesn’t say a word. It doesn’t judge me, and it lets me be, wrapping around my cold body like a blanket.

Reviews

[JordanIsaacSmith]

Your writing is very dark, but very powerfully written. Another great piece of writing, well done.

[Sarah L]

I like your writing, you have a gift.