Reflections on things that matter.
(Art by HapticMimesis)
I hide from the sky
Or else the sun will find me out.
Because in the daylight I must live
And be real and be brave and strong.
I see myself best by the shadow of night
Where I’m cowardly and timid and lost
But the sun requires strength of me
When I have none to speak of.
As soon as the light creeps into the sky
Invading from the east like a creeping army
My soul finds that it is conquered,
Not by light, but by fear of life,
And it quivers and shrinks into despair.
I hide from the sky.
The sun will show me truly,
Because in the daylight I must wake up
And put down the coward who fears life.
The darkness of my soul cries “if only I could sleep”
When sleep has long since ceased to refresh,
But only serves as a shield from conscious reality,
Reality that would crush me if it found me.
I hide from the sky,
And wish to God that life were over
Because the cycle of life offends me
Showing me for the wretch that I am,
A life-form with no spine or legs to stand.
The sky brings forth light
And with light comes proof
That darkness did not triumph,
And that my comfortable chains
Are really soft shadows made for melting away.
But I fear the world beneath the sky
More than I hate the chains the darkness hides.