Darkness

In the darkness of my room I peer out the window and I see the light on the horizon..
It far. But familar.
It enviting but scary
I look back in to my darkness where I have acclimated my wounded soul and feel a sense of comfort.
Darkness hold me like it will never let go
Kisses me like there's no one else
But is unforgiving and stubborn.
thinking if I can just bring my darkness into light then may be I can breathe again.
Or maybe just maybe my darkness will wear thin and shine
Darkness is my friend and it may never be more.

Yet if light is where I yearn to be ....
Darkness stays indoors