It weighs heavy,
The dark.
Sometimes.
It’s the silence.
I wait for a voice.
Something.
I know it’s there.
Quietly watching.
Can I call for it?
Will it answer?
The truth is there.
In the dark.
It is fear that hides it.
Holding a mirror.
Dare I look?
Or make a sound?
It will cost me myself.
Who am I? I cry.
And the answer. I’m
Somebody.
Such a small thing,
To feel worthy.
That small light,
Swaddled by the dark,
Grasps my hand.
I remember,
What I was afraid of.
It changes me,
The dark.
Sometimes.
About the Creator
Adam Kolozetti
My name is Adam and I am a storyteller. Remembering that was a journey, and now I write stories and meditations that reflect not only my own personal human experience, but also the spiritual journey that comes along with creating.
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