Delicate.
A ray of light
breaks through my fingers,
hands in a warding gesture.
Breaking
the beam denies my option
anonymously,
no strength behind it.
It’s as if,
with a wave,
you’ve taken away
all of my trepidation,
all my insecurity.
Nothing more dangerous,
or alien to me;
these types of emotions
blind
and hold me,
like the Sun.
I’ve been awake this whole time.
I only pretended I was asleep,
because I didn’t know the words
and it’s my turn to talk.
Id’ rather hide my head.
Who keeps letting the light in?
I’m cloistered
with my secrets.
Things I never knew before,
things I don’t remember
ever wanting.
Answers come in waves,
but I don’t remember
asking any
questions,
or even inquiring.
What is the meaning
of this new scenario?
The light’s complicated.
Is it a wave,
or a particle?
I used to think
it changed
when I observed it,
but now I’m not so sure.
Hiding behind my hands
is nothing short
of ridiculous and childish,
but isn’t it okay
to be afraid
of something so blinding?
The reveal will be exquisite
and well worth the pain,
terror and confusion.
Have a little faith
that the world isn’t a lie,
it’s just not what
we thought it was.
So what’s it going to be?
The darkness…
… or the clarity?
HG – 2018
