and in the light.
It feels strange
not being in the dark.
The darkness was my security;
its hopelessness was my friend.
But as friends go,
it was fickle.
It wanted what it wanted,
and gave nothing back really.
Like an energy-vampire, it drained me,
and then complained there was nothing left.
However, no matter how dark it was
I believed there was light ahead.
So onward my legs went.
Sometimes slow; sometimes fast.
They went forward in the direction
of the light to the end of the darkness.
My fickle friend was scared,
and its fear scared me.
Yet neither its fear
nor my fear stopped me.
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