Black

The walls I’ve built have dissipated with the departing light and without even a whisper from my lips, the night somehow knows all my darkest secrets.

The night does not care about the treason against my heart, it pulls each painful memory slowly from within me, crumbling my barricades.

These tribulations hold my strength.

They have grounded me when I wanted to run.

They have spoken for me when I was scared to vocalize.

They have pushed me to action when I was scared to move.

The night does not want me to be strong, for the powerful do not lurk in the shadows.

The darkness twists and contours within me.

It melts and flows through my veins.

All the vulnerable parts within me, becoming black.