I move hesitantly,
as the cold hits my face,
feeling forced
to follow this line,
A line,
that takes me out of the dark,
Taking me further away
from myself.
Such a misconception,
That only light can heal.
When it is,
within the darkest places
of myself,
That I have healed the most.
Where I
have released the ghosts
of my emotions,
The ones that chained me,
to my past.
I love the silence,
the true silence
that can only be found
in the dead of night,
as though the earth herself,
Holds her breath.
Where everything seems to stop.
I crave the warmth,
That nights befalls upon me,
my safe space,
Where I can feel free.