Once I was torn
Between basking in the sun
And hiding in the shadows
I learned that
Darkness offers more freedom
Than the light ever will
The seeking of that light
For that ‘see me’, ‘hear me’, ‘know me’
Has left me exhausted
I had to die to that
Light grasping energy
And die and die again
My true nature is darkness
I am not the sun
I am the moon
Here to reflect your light
To sing your praises
And bow down in awe
© 7/2014 bjbeyers
Touching and delightful walk through an art gallery of the mind, with poetry, pets and people!
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